The evening was grey and misty. Melenyáriel the naien trotted swiftly through the trees, her thick, tortoiseshell fur fluffed against the cold. This was the coldest winter she had yet seen. Light snow was falling, collecting in a thin layer on the mossy ground and melting in minute drops on her fur.

If I were into labels I think I would call myself Biggest-Lord-Of-The-Rings-Freak-Ever. I would wear one of those 'Hello I'm . . ." stickers everywhere and I would fill it in saying " The LOTR freak."

(this is a fictional account of an actual experience I had)

The evening was beautiful and cool. I felt very much in need of a pleasant, peaceful walk, having just been working hard in the garden weeding and picking beans and cucumbers.So I decided to go to the field and back, and maybe check for berries while I was there.