The wintry air crisp and cool, ripe with dappled early morning light laced with honey tones whose colour impishly belied the nippy clime, I was in high spirits today, for I had arranged a magical walkabout in Winchester with another very good matey of mine! My fingers were embittered with a layer of coldness that even my thermal gloves resigned from the arduous challenge and I was left to resort to diverting my mind to the warmer thought of the imminent prospect of meeting up with my gorgeous and adorable pixie mate, Miss Emily! Pathways bustling with eager-eyed Christmas shoppers and the Germanic wooden cabins glinting in their golden sheen outside the entrance way to the stony fortress of the Cathedral, I scudded along as fast as I could and when I saw her waiting for me I gave her a massive jump by dashing in front of her, but the shock quickly gave way to bear hugs soon after!
We took huge sniffs of the Spanish doughnuts and steamy sweet mulled wine being concocted and stirred into life inside enormous shiny brass cauldrons, and little trinkets such as stained glass lanterns and dried satsuma wreaths twinkled at us, beckoning to be purchased and taken to a loving home. Our first stop, however, was an ordinary looking bench that happened to be facing the vibrant wonderland theatrics of those humming Christmas cabins. Taking stock of the sublimity of the beautiful weather and exchanging thoughts for the prospective Christmas party, I contemplated how the laid-back and quiet simplicity of two friends hanging out on a park bench was not something tenable for having a price tag attached to it. Priceless, it is. To sit on a bench is to invite the rare relief of pausing the world even though it is seen to be moving in front of You. You do not watch the world go by, more it is the case that You allow permission for Yourself to be immerse in the awareness and appreciation of the world that You are.
I should wish that You shall take a spare moment soon and acquaint Yourself with a companionable bench and should You be with a friend when You do this and observe that moments can pass without a single word spoken – in the absence of phones that is! – then I extend a hearty congratulations as the two of You have mastered Silence as yet another language by which to express the unceasing luminosity of Your friendship. That is a nice privilege to be had, indeed! ♥
My cheeky pixie mate, Miss Emily, was the perfect accomplice today in the admiration of Winchester’s besieging display of alpine greenery amid the Christmas cheer but I do hope that in the future I will play host to a special guest to this wooden bench that You see in the photograph below. Do You dare to guess who he is? If all else fails there is always a Link at hand. Click on it to access a dapper picture of the furry gentleman in question! Giggle, giggle! ♥♥♥
You will be ejected from Your seat should You begin snoring on the bench!
Your winking Hobbitina, Mazzy xxx
Photography, Concept & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester | UK 2015