Something about
Something about this
            and about that
Something about the changing mood
            and music and weather
            and silence inside
Yes, about this silence.
             And eternity
             It's always connected with  silence and music.
             
Something about this and that.
         
And something about grace and gratefulness.
She is sleeping quietly.
Snow has stopped falling, but it will be continued,
maybe tomorrow. I know.

See on käes. Lumi. Lumi! Taevas, õhus, puudel, mütsidel, kraedel, teedel. Akende valguses, tänavalaternate valguses, trammitulede valguses.
Lumevalgus andestab ja lepitab. Ka endaga.
Räitsak nina peal. Vaata taevasse ja naerata.

It's here. Snow. The snow! In the sky, in the air, on the trees, on the hats and collars, on the streets. In the light of windows, in the light of streetlamps and tramlights.
Snow whiteness forgives everything. Also to yourself.
Snowflake on the nose, Look up to heavens and smile.

SEE SAAB NÜÜD LÄBI.  TULEB LUMI, TULEB JÕUL!

IT'S GOING TO END. IT WILL SNOW, IT WILL BE CHRISTMAS!

Kuidas kesta kevadeni? Kevadeni saaks kesta vaid talve abiga. Talve aga pole. Noorena oli rohi rohelisem ja detsember lumisem.Oh, lumi! Laiad räitsakad vanalinna laternate valgusvihus ja nina peal!  Kas näen teid veel...   küsin poeedi kombel. Noorepõlves ärkasin öösel üles esimese lume peale. Selline eriline helgus tuli hinge. Sellega ei saanud enam magada.

Veelkord Tartu. Kahe näituse avamised, shampus, vein ja põlistunud kultuurikiht. "Pierre" ja noor empaat.
Kassikohvik. Hall taevas, magavad kassid ja inglane.
Külalisena kahe naise ilusas kodus.
Rakvere. Kaltsukad ja Waldorfi jõululaat. Ja lapsed.
Sünnipäevad, Inimesed.
Pinterest. Scrapbook, mail art.

How do survive till spring? It would be possible only with the help of winter. But no winter! The grass was greener and December snowier when I was young... Oh, snow! Big flakes coming down in the light beam of oldtown lanterns and falling on the nose. Shall I see ye again... am asking like a poet. In my youth I used to wake up at the first snow. Such a bright feeling was in the soul, was not possible to sleep.

Once more in Tartu. Two openings of art exhibitions, champagne and wine and the local cultural layer. Cafe Pierre and a young empath.
Cat cafe. Grey sky, sleeping cats and the Englisman,
As a quest in the beautiful home of two women.
Rakvere, Thrift shops and the Christmas sale at Waldorf school. And kids.
Birthdays. People.
Pinterest. Scrapbook, mail art.