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.
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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.
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