"Malo prej me je presenetila mlada žena z navdušenim klicem, da sta včeraj odvila darilo in da je slika čudovita! Spominja jo na neke mehke ilustracije iz ene knjižice, ki jo je imela v otroštvu ..." Prijateljičina novica me je prekucnila v veselje, blagorajanje. Slika je tista, ki jo je naročila in poklonila svojima svežeporočenima prijateljema. Ko izveš, da je slika nekomu tako zadihala v nov razširjeni prostor (baje svetel, zelo svetel!), se zasveti tudi tebi; pravijo, da nekje pri srcu, čeprav ne vem, ali je tisto res (samo) srce. In tisto drevo - raste naj, tam(taram).
Mehkost.
Gentleness.
When there weren't so many everyday yellows and reds yet, but blues and greens and turquoises, when there was almost no sun but rain drops and cold summer skies, something has quietly grown for those two. The sun has grown and a tree has shone. And a bird, this one couldn't be missed, the singing messenger, the singing companion. This wedding gift that a friend of mine has given to her friends came to its home when there was fire in the fireplace already. And more yellows and reds around. The tree has still been growing high ...
