Rannaniidud, kui mälestuste viilud
Fields of gold, memories unfold..
Oli kord sügispäev.. ja päike paistis. Ja aeg.. Aeg tol hetkel ei liikunud edasi. Istusin hetkeks saunapalkide peale, mis ootasid seina minemist. Nautisin seda hetke, seda päikest, seda kohvi mu tassis. Ja ma sulgesin silmad. Oli hea. Aeg ei eksisteerinud. Oli vaid päike. Kohvi. Ja heinamaa.
Once upon a time there was an autumn day.. and the sun was shining. And time.. in that moment time did not pass. I sat down on the logs that were still waiting for their turn to become walls in my sauna house. I enjoyed that moment, the sun, the coffee in my cup. And I closed my eyes. It felt good. Time did not exist. There was only sun. Coffee. And the grass field.
Mõnedes kohtades ajal on teine mõiste. Ta on hoopis teine dimensioon. Ta on.. aga tundub hoopis teisena. Sa koged seda.. Kuid teisiti. Sest aeg.. seal.. on ajatu.
In some places time has another meaning. It is a totally different dimension. It feels.. as something.. totally different. You can feel it.. But in a different way. Because time over there.. is.. timeless.