On a dim, cold, and stormy autumn evening, the gusts of wild winds shook the last remnants of leaves from the birch branches. Other trees and bushes had long been stripped bare by the relentless winds. The entire ground was uniformly covered with a sticky, clinging, opaque brown layer of dead leaves. Nature seemed to be dancing in a frenzied primal dance of death. Amidst the whirl of wind and swirling wet leaf dust stood a solitary pine, tall and proud, with its dark green needles and perfectly straight cones. The pine stood there, gazing longingly over the rolling landscape of Southern Estonia, as if striving to reach even higher to see if any like itself were still visible in the distance. Only the empty, wind-whistling branches of leafless trees could be seen in the distance. The old pine sighed and closed its eyes. Suddenly and unexpectedly, the wind shifted and began to rage from the opposite direction. The half-asleep mast pine jerked and tried to resist the wind, but it was too ...
"Jarmo, I'm off to take the children to daycare." Silence. "Jarmo... can you hear me?" Silence. "JarMo!" "Yes, I heard you, thank you dear, have a good day at work." Kati sighed, checked if everything was in order, and set off. "Kätlin, Mikk, come on, let's go!" "Mom, do we have to?" "Yes, of course, you'll see your friends and it'll be fun. Come on now." It was autumn, and for some reason, it wasn't Kati's favorite time of year. She couldn't remember why anymore, but all her conscious life, she had detested autumn. Even when everyone else talked about colorful leaves and the first snow, it all seemed rather repulsive to Kati. Shaking her shoulders uncomfortably, she stepped out of the apartment door. Kati enjoyed living in Tallinn. Everything was within reach, a comfortable apartment, no need to toil in her own garden, and everything was logical and straightforward to her, square building...