Kevad on täies hoos. Rattahooaeg on selle nädalaga avatud. See on ütlemata hea tunne, tuhiseda läbi hommikuse ja õhtuse Tartu. T katsetab igasugu trikke ja tunneb ennast hästi. Samuti on staadionil rohkem rahvast. On rullitajaid, jooksjaid ja noori mehi mängimas korvpalli. Rääkimata jalgpalluritest. Jalgpallurid on kanged, neid näeb ka keset talve.


Ühes Maarjamõisa aias hakkasid silma õitsevad lillad krookused. Terve muruplats kaetud erklilla krookustemerega.

Olen tahtnud kirjutada sulle, mu hea truu lugeja. Ent ma tunnen, et need mõtted, mis mind vaevavad, on liiga kibedad ja kurvad. Ma tunnen, et ma jään vägisi elule alla. Isegi kevad ei suuda mind väga lohutada. Ent ma loodan, et Sinul läheb hästi. Kena kevadet Sulle!

Spring, spring

  Spring is in full swing. Bicycles are out and in use. It is such a joy to cruise on the streets of Tartu. We do it during morning rush hour and afternoons. T really enjoys it. He is the master of the streets now. And stadium is filling up with joggers, roller skaters and young men playing basketball. Not to mention footballers. Footballers are there even in the middle of winter, with cold and snow. Now others join them with pleasure. It is a true sign of spring.

One of the gardens on our way has a lawn filled with blooming crocuses. It is a bright lilac field among browns and grays that still prevail.

I have  been struggling with my writing here, my dear and faithful reader. Times are tough, and my thoughts seem too bitter and sad. I have a feeling of giving up and drowning in. Even this gorgeous spring has hard time consoling me. I hope you are doing well. Have a happy spring!

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