Mõnel päeval oled rohkem elus kui mõnel teisel. Mõnikord juhtub nii olema koguni kaks päeva järjest.
Laupäeval käid kirbuturul ja ostad sealt kleidi, kingad ja koti. Jood F-hoones kohvi ning naudid ilma ja inimesi. Siis jalutad linna ja ostad mantli. Jalutad veel linnas ja lähed trammiga koju. Ja päike paistab. On september.
Pühapäeval sõidate teenistust pidama endisesse kogudusse. Mõlemad. Altaripilt on sama elav kui varem. Pärast joote kohvi lauatäie koguduse liikmetega ja lahkudes kallistate südamlikult. Väike grill tütre juures. Puualused õunatavad ja rohu sees õitseb vaikselt üks hiline kannike. Päike paistab. September.

There are days when you are more alive than other days. Sometimes it happens to be even two days in a row.
On Saturday you visit a flea market and get a dress, shoes and bag. You drink coffee in the F-hoone and enjoy watching the life and people. Afterwards you have a walk to the centre of town, and buy a coat. You walk more, then take a tram and go home.The sun is shining. It's September.
On Sunday you have a service in your former church. You both are there. The altar painting is as alive as it used to be. After the service you have a coffee with a tableful of church members,  a lot of hearty hugs when you leave.  A little BBQ at your daughter's place. Apples, apples under the trees and a late violet blooming quietly in the grass. The sun is shining. September.