Gun Roswell

“I love sailing, even if I don’t and never have owned a boat, still, I will never turn down an offer to go sailing!“ Gun Roswell

Sailing away, yay!

A slight detour up and around the bend, surely, a god’s send, the sails taking in wind, feels like a song…

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“The moon is setting, making way for the rising sun, if you are letting it, but perhaps try time to stall” Gun Roswell

The setting moon

The moon will be gone, for a moment at least, while the sun rises, but hey, it’s all good, as the glowing dusty ball, will be right back there again when the night starts to fall, and then, once again, basking under the moonlit sky, with a heavy hearted sigh, is possible for the short while, the sun is gone, until the next morn’, when the same cycle will be starting all over again.

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“There is just something inherit about wanting to go ever higher, nothing seems to be high enough, but these stair will take you there, at least, somewhere close by“ Gun Roswell

The stairways lead, up, up, up!

Up, up, ever upwards, towards the highest of skies, or at least, a place, where the sun shines, towards the tallest peek, to find whatever it is that you seek, forever and now, always trying to get more higher than before, that is the only goal, as what else is there, except the thrive to get to the spot where everyone else is below?

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“The summer brings forth all kinds of colours, and some of them are yellows” Gun Roswell

Some Kind of Yellow

The yellow flower alone stood, solemn, alone and proud, even in its own quietness still quite loud.

After all, it was a pretty little thing, it’s thorns adding a sting, to anyone daring to touch at least too much.

But as long as it was flowering, its petals glowing, with the yellow of the sun, looking like a lot of fun, nobody cared it was prickly.

As the beauty admired from a far, was as good as nothing at all, the summer brining out the best in all created ones.

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“Welcome to have a look-see, our door is always open!” Gun Roswell

Just check behind the open door

No locks, no stops, nothing there but the doors, which are open, twenty-four seven, at least so the sign says, so go on, don’t be afraid, simply step inside, no need to wait for an invite, just remember to be polite, once you have arrived, take a look around, maybe take a seat, stay a while, the people living there will give you a smile, their antics never vile, but don’t stay too long, because you know what they say about houseguests, who may try to overstaying their welcome 😎

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“When it rains, it pours, unless it just makes tiny drops into puddles” Gun Roswell

Droplets in puddles

The rain fell, on top of the table and there dwelled, in small puddles before finding their way to the ground, being soon absorbed and then nothing more of it found.

But those remaining droplets danced, pranced as an onlooker glanced at the nature’s mini fiesta, in the middle of a summer’s day, before the sun came and washed all of it away.

The rain, might be a big pain, at least in some ways, but in small dosages, it can look pretty cool, and don’t be fooled, we need the rain, to simply survive another day.

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“There is always time for coffee, and then some more coffee after that” Gun Roswell

Coffee, always as double

The cup of in single, is never enough, especially when it is time to mingle, among the other coffee lovers, then definitely the cup size needs to be double, if not even triple!

As there really is no such thing as too much coffee, and it won’t last long, when moving along the crowd yapping on about, well, what else could it be about, than coffee!

What else is there? Life as we know it would certainly suck without his fine organic suspension every devised. As it does give you a smile or at least a big fat grin, as coffee might just be a sin!

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Gun Roswell

Gun Roswell

Located in Espoo, Finland. I am getting my daily bread from IT, but in my heart, I am a storyteller and a pix-snapper. My other blog: gunroswell.wordpress.com.