Vasak ja parem, ja vasakule paremaga (parmale vasakuga).

The sun lingers, clinging to what it may outside of winter months and its little-roused hibernation below the sea horizon. Classes are grand, slightly deep into the water of conversation and my delayed responses, though I enjoy swimming in the depths. After full mastering of the tops-5 words required in any language for ordering food or õlut (beer) and not allowing myself to be conviced that that level of proficiency means anything, things lähevad, are progressing. So much vocabulary, and the initial grasp of grammatical concepts becomes more valja (necessary) with ominisity of 'exceptions' approaching and winding through conversation. Nothing aside of uninhibited attention feels enough, though pausid must be taken, an extended peering around and intake of surroundings and the autumn leafish flurry of life and land (maa) in and around. Neither end presses harder than the other, neither demands or shies away from the other. Kõik olla. Edasi,