An August beginning

On the last day of July - thus yesterday -, after lunch sitting on balcony enjoying a mug of coffee, a finger-rolled (sic) fag and a certain chapter in Pessoa's 'Book of Unrest', I got a tiny bit distracted by some flies and butterflies jetting around my head, as if drugged up to their eyeballs like the saying goes about certain US-Airforce-pilots. Thus, I went downstairs, soon got ...

 

to the bottom of the phenomenon and decided ...

to leave the cherries to Seanhenge's Air Force
but allow myself ...

to start August with a plain pleasure.