The village clock had just struck four and Sir Winston was already awake. A dim, early morning light shone through the skylight of the cellar and Sir Winston could just make out the dark figure of Mr Midnight curled up in his basket next to him. It had stopped raining and the air smelt clean and fresh, somehow charged with new life – and that was one of the reasons for Sir Winstons sleeping dilemma – the smell of what he thought, “New Life”.
He loved this time of year; when the autumn leaves were falling from the trees – aah, all the fun they´d had recently when playing in those things. The light had also changed. Somehow, a magical, intensive cool, clearness swept the air and hues of gold and red contrasted against deep blue skies – apart from when being covered in a blanket of dreary grey. 🙂 They both hated fog because it played havoc with their fur.
Sir Winston had heard that dreary Victorian slate grey skies were quite typical from the place where daddy was born and raised.
Most of Sir Winstons other playmates had now disappeared. Where were the buzzing things? He loved to watch the erratic flight paths of the buzzing things. Even Mr Squirrel was now unavailable, what with him busy sorting and storing his Winter rations. A pity he couldn´t find his stored edibles half the time, Sir Winston thought.
Yes, it was a special time of year – a time for recollection and a time for his kingdom to find rest and fall into a deep, winters sleep.
Winter was breathing at the door.
What´s up? Is it breakfast time already?
Anyway, you stirred me out of a horrific dream.
There was this large bowl with a big dollop of cream floating in some cat-milk. The bowl kept hovering infront of me and everytime I stuck my tongue out to lick it, the bowl got larger – but I couldn´t taste anything. Terrible nightmare. Very frustrating.
We´ve had so much fun together, indeed we´re quite a team, and I just wanted you to know that in spite of our differences in the past, I`m truly proud that I have such a sincere friend by my side. One day, I may not be able to tell you myself and I know I would regret that.
Thank you for telling me Sir Winston – it means a lot to me.
When it´s time for us to go, we will now be able to go in peace.
The journey that continues after this life will then, be that much easier.
(C) mags 2013