Posts tagged ‘sunrise’

Stuff 8th August 2013

Story:
Just to keep you folks up to date, I am done with the fourth part of Finns (see here for details) and now I’m taking a break. As things are right now there will be no “Journals of the Hexagon”, at least not now. The grand finale is looming ahead and gruesome battles and wars await, so I guess after my “break” I’ll jump into that. The soonest I will pick up again will be on Monday, leaving my mind enough time to wind down. AND to allow me for reading.

Reading:
Currently on the menue, Game of Thrones! Finally coming around to read it, can’t wait for the point in time when I have read them all and finally can watch the TV show and bitch about how it strays away from the books… :Þ (Yes, I like to do that, did it with hannibal in reverse Movie first, then book, and still loved the book far more)

Heat:
So this is the end, huh? Today the heatwave is said to have it’s grand finale with a bang….or rather a loud muffled sigh. 40°C would be a new record high in this country.
Although I love heat, it stopped being fun a week ago or so. A long persitant heatwave like this is not fun anymore. For weeks on end I’m encrusted with a thin salt layer, still moist and anything but stiff, but a crust nonetheless – I am fed with it by now. Bring on a little rain, thunderstorms, WIND!
A turkish explorer/traveler from medival times refered to my hometown as “the city of winds” as there’s ALWAYS a wind blowing though the valleys. We live in fracking swamp! Or at least what once in roman times WAS a swamp. There IS a lot of wind here. Not recently.
I’m surprised though, no global warming slogans all around me? Really? This is the perfect opportunity!
Oh wait, let me guess – the protesters are too hot and have retreated to indoors where the AC cools them down.
Hipocrites.

Douchebag alert!
I saw a man two days ago in the subway. The amount of hipster-douchebag was over 9000!!! The thick glasses, ridiculous hairdo and shitty clothes gave him away as a hipster right away – but that is something you can change if need be. Styles come and go, and you grow out of a certain apparel (my son grew pout of the first apparel just yesterday), you mature and you change.- If you DON’T change you stagnate, and that is as good as withered and dead on a mental level.
BUT! This idiot had a tatoo on his arm that made me remember him!
A cube. A fracking cube!!!
All the edges of that cube – like you draw in geometry class – and no sides/walls to it. This thing is almost forever etched into his skin! Forever branded as a douché! Good job idiot.
BTW: Why do women dislike sex with a hipster? He came before it was cool…. *badum tss*

And because of the long post, here’s a sunrise to make up for it:

Advertisements

Sunrise and Flowers

Sunrise

Rosebud

Reed on our Rooftop (!) sadly the Waterlily refuses to bloom 😦

What ever this is, it looks both beautiful and dangerous. IF any of you know what it is, please comment…

Tomorrow there’ll come a post from my visit to Wienerberg with my best friend, really nice sights to see there. 🙂
Take care
A.

Sunrise

Light oozing over the horizon, starting to light clouds, mountaintops – skyscrapers – long before the first warming rays reach the ground, to replace the haunting cold fogs of night.

Advocates of the dawning day, singing outside the window in the old birch, the dog rose, the old willow – turbulent mixture of songs, cried and carried away by time and space, winds telling of songs sung long past and only now.

Mornings.

Mornings!(?)

How I sometimes loathe mornings.

No longer safely cradled in night’s secure embrace, the pale mono-bosom up there in the sky, round, pale, full of night’s tales – no longer nursing the mind, chased away by morning’s warm and gentle, brightly lit embrace; now there is only room for softly lit, warmed but not warm – reality.

How I sometimes loathe mornings…