“Something, everything, nothing” Gun Roswell
Something for someone
Everything for all
Nothing for no one
A pile of megaton
Buildings so tall
A shotgun for one
Something for some
Everything for none
Nothing for one
It’s really hard to sing
When there is this thing
Joy to everyone to bring
Yeah,
Something
And then nothing
So many windows all over,, but none of them doors!” Gun Roswell
Colourful it may be, from the outside
But what is hiding inside, may not be, so divine
Darkness and shadows, lurking in every corner
Huddling figures, afraid, alone, nothing normal
Open the window, let in the thundering storm
It may be followed, by a few drops of rain to fall
Sunshine surely to follow, shining light into the hollow
Take a peak, outside, you’ll realise, there is no need to hide
“So many windows all over,, but none of them doors!” Gun Roswell
A window, facing, the open sea
Allowing, a whole new world, to be seen
Do not try, from the life, outside, to hide
Open the window, and let the breeze inside
Enjoy the sounds and smells
Even the sunlight and thundery rain
Follow the birds, and their play
Soon, from the window sill, you’ll never leave again
“Snow fell, once again, it must be winter?” Gun Roswell
In the early morning hours
When in to the day adventuring
The air crisp and nature frozen
Of the wet snow during the night fallen
Trying hard not to sink in
As in the soft powder hard to stand
A pair of tire tracks to walk in
As the snow covers most of the land
Looking at the skies
For some star me to guide
The redness of it all
Makes me stare in awe
In the midst of toughest winter times
It really is hard for any green grass to find
But appreciating the beauty around me
As soon enough , summer winds will me besiege
“Smile despite the onions” Gun Roswell
A face with a smile
Appeared onto my bread made of rye
Eating it, getting so high
“Shopping old school” Gun Roswell
Handmade goods and knickknacks sold
Inside the old Market Hall in each
And every stall, bargains made
“Something about the city centre so cool in the midst of cold winter….” Gun Roswell
A trip to the City Centre
Can be an extreme adventure
For a ‘gal from the suburbs
Can easily get into trouble
With many a temptations
Luring in the odd location
“Good people go to heaven, but bad people go to Hell-sinki?” Gun Roswell
The notorious part of the town
Clad in a glorious white gown
Don’t let the history fool you
Sit down on a bench for the view
Beautiful in summer or winter
No longer a sore splinter
Of the great city of Helsinki
“If I put the pedal to the metal I might get there on time”
Friday morning, last work day of the week, tried to avoid the morning rush hour at any cost.
I left earlier than usual and reached the interstate only to realize every other person and their friend had had the same idea.
I was cursing (and shouting) out loud in the car at ‘all the idiots’ hogging the lanes. Divided into two kinds of drivers; the first ones driving no faster than the speed limit, the others cris crossing from lane to lane, speeding then slowing down and speeding up again.
Myself of course being the only driver there, following all the traffic rules and driving in the best possible manner, felt allowed to chastise all the others.
I myself try to pick one lane and stick with it. I like to drive fast, so I usually choose the fastest lane, keep a few car lengths in reserve and get to my destination on time. But, for some reason the overtaking lane was filled with ‘Sunday drivers’ who were in absolutely no hurry getting anywhere particular, but they liked to drive along this lane annoying everyone else.
I have also noticed turning to a side road can be a very difficult maneuver: Starting to slow the car down a half a kilometer before the turn is ahead, leaving the others behind you wonder what is wrong. Do not bother with the turn signal, the other drivers can read your mind and know exactly what you are doing. If they don’t have ESP, shock them by turning the signaling on a few seconds before you actually turn, giving (hopefully) enough time for the drivers behind you to brake!
There is a select group of drivers, who call themselves motorcyclists. Trying to survive your fellow car driving humans is one thing, but another thing is dodging those silvery bullets passing your car in a speed of light blur from only inches away. Driving in the middle in “no-lane” and stopping for no man! I myself am more of a scooter person, driving the grandma version, pink of course, slowly and enjoying the sound of the birds singing.
A recap of how most drivers “read” in to what the usage of the traffic lights means:
* Green: The phone is ringing, stop the car to take the call and for what ever reason, do not look at the rear view mirror!
* Yellow: Accelerate, the light is almost red now, you need to reach the intersection RIGHT NOW!
* Red means GO GO GO!!
“Get off your mobile, keep your eyes on the road and put the pedal to the metal!”
“The snow always falls when you are not looking, at least it seems that way, especially when you standing there waiting with a shovel!” Gun Roswell
The snow, does not wait for anyone, rather falls where it may, especially when the weather is too cold for rain or sleet so, without the heat, all of it, landing wherever it may, will freeze, thus laying a protective cover, all over the place. And if you are lucky enough to get a sunny day in your zone, then those frozen particles of snow, will most certainly get to shine and glow in the warm but cold sun shine all day, or rather short day long up in the North.
So, whether you are a fan of the winter, the cold and harsh environment, where all is frozen and covered with snow, then this season will most likely be treating you with all kinds of nice. But if you are a total hater of the cold and cannot stand to even look outside, well, maybe just take one small peak, because no matter hater of lover, this snowy treat of a cover, where the whole place looks like it is frozen in time, will certainly give you a small smile.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 