Veebruar / February
Eelmisel nädalal käisin ma oma maakodus, seal läksin ma kohe metsa jalutama. Need metsateed, kus suvel palju olin jalutanud, olid vaevu lume alt leitavad, aga mul oli meeles, kus need olid. Seal keset puutumata lund kõndides kuulsin ma vaid enda samme ja lume okstelt langemise summutatud hääli.
Last week I went to my country house, as soon as I arrived there I went to walk in the forest. The paths where I had walked so much in the summer were not visible from under the snow, but I found them. Walking there the only things I heard were my footsteps and the occasional muffled sounds of snow falling from tree brances.