This morning I found this fly that had dramatically died on top of a pile of books. It looks very dramatical.
If the fly was reading Goethe´s Schriften, drinking red wine, perhaps it fell into melancholy, as it can be a hard nut to understand Goethe, especially if it´s a 18th century edition..."Ooooh, it is most difficult in the mornings...worse still, I have fallen in love with a pretty mosquito...she doesn´t even know of my existence...I´m not good enough for her...I´m just a common fly...she wouldn´t look twice in my direction...ooooooh...."
I also must apologize for my neglect, perhaps better late than never: Happy Canada day and July 4th and Go Oranje!!!