frosted glass -
carelessly two butterflies
taste the heat
If you want to see a scene, you have to make up for the omissions. The frosted glass, in contrast to the heat, suggests a shady place, where, at a small table, someone has retreated looking at the meadow over which butterflies flutter. In the drowsiness of noon, all the breath tends to take shelter from the relentless heat of the sun. Only butterflies run carelessly in a zig-zag pattern.
The playfulness and the squeak of the two butterflies are but only the signs of a zeal for which the heat does not matter anymore. The drink is inside and they have already caught its taste. And the refinements. If they were good at poetry, they would no doubt say that they were carried by a wind through drunkenness.
Comment by Corneliu Traian Atanasiu
