CLYDE ON HOLIDAYS - 27/12/14

That's what Clyde gave me as a belated Chrstmas present:

Like sweet end-of-afternoon rain on Middle-Earth, Clyde comes falling in drops from the clouds, oblivious of delusionary evanescent fairies.
I can feel again floral scent in the air, mixed with a more somewhat distant smell of wet earth and grass.
Is this a Middle-Earth summer night's dream?