night perfection... - No more description of the picture so, you simply leave the throne in the middle of the night, even under moonlight. The atmosphere is orange, the colors that go with the thought of hot nights, shaken in a wheat field. And the butterfly with translucent wings and an endless lazy to recharge battery sits and hopes for a short evening and morning as hasty, hot to go numb on the flight home. It is absolutely a human chain of where the likes. Let's shut up and listen!