The long and short of it

Today on the drive home Märt and I listened to Russian church music, Russian folk music, then Russian spiritual music. It all sounded the same and we promptly switched it back to drum and bass. The sun set fire to the fields of dandelion seeds. It was peaceful and approached nirvana because I had awoken with the sunrise at 3am and was very tired. I had also attended a party with highly educated proper Estonians, who are difficult to converse with (at least for me). I busied myself at the perimeters of the printing museum where it was held and checked out the old typewriters, then read all of the Estonian posters word-for-word even though I understood nothing.