Kadrioru parki kattis rahu ning kuldne sügis.

Kadrioru park was covered in peace and golden autumn.

Maarja ja Raul jalutasid alleel, krabisevad lehed jalgade all.

Maarja and Raul walked along the alley, the leaves rustling underfoot.

Maarja vaatas ringi, sügisvärvid mänglesid puude lehtedel.

Maarja looked around, autumn colors playing on the trees' leaves.

"Mulle meeldib see vaade," ütles Raul.

"I like this view," said Raul.

Ta hoidis kaamerat käes, valmis jäädvustama hetke.

He held a camera in his hand, ready to capture the moment.

Maarja naeratas, kuid südames tundis siiski tühjust.

Maarja smiled, but in her heart, she still felt emptiness.

Ta oli viimased nädalad kirjanikublokiga vaevelnud.

She had been struggling with writer's block for the past few weeks.

Tema mõtted olid kadunud kuhugi minevikku.

Her thoughts had disappeared somewhere into the past.

"Ma tegin vale otsuse," pomises Maarja vaikselt.

"I made the wrong decision," Maarja murmured quietly.

"Mul pole inspiratsiooni.

"I have no inspiration.

Ma ei oska midagi ajaloost kirjutada."

I don't know how to write about history."

"Ära muretse," vastas Raul rahustavalt.

"Don't worry," Raul replied reassuringly.

Ta polnud kunagi rääkinud Maarjale oma armastusest fotograafia vastu.

He had never spoken to Maarja about his love for photography.

Ta pelgas, et Maarja ei saa aru.

He feared that Maarja wouldn't understand.

Ta oli alati olnud toeks, kuid nüüd lootis rohkemat.

He had always been supportive, but now he hoped for more.

Keda aiaringi jõudsid, peatusid nad.

When they reached the garden circle, they stopped.

Maarja hingas sügavalt sisse.

Maarja took a deep breath.

Ta meenutas, kuidas vanaisa talle kunagi ajaloost rääkis.

She remembered how her grandfather once talked to her about history.

Rauli kaamera klõpsas peaaegu märkamatult.

Raul's camera clicked almost imperceptibly.

"Mida sa pildistad?"

"What are you photographing?"

küsis Maarja, mida ta silmis tuluke särama lõi.

asked Maarja, a spark lighting up in her eyes.

"Aia ilu.

"The beauty of the garden.

Valgus on täna eriline," vastas Raul.

The light is special today," answered Raul.

"Ma arvan, et see võib sind inspireerida."

"I think it might inspire you."

Maarja vaatas Rauli tehtud fotosid.

Maarja looked at the photos Raul had taken.

Pildid olid elavad ja erksad.

The pictures were lively and vibrant.

Kuldne valgus peegeldas puulehtedelt, veepinnal tantsisid varjud.

The golden light reflected off the tree leaves, and shadows danced on the water's surface.

"See on tõepoolest ilus," tunnistas Maarja.

"It really is beautiful," admitted Maarja.

Midagi fotodes puudutas teda.

Something in the photos touched her.

Need kandsid endas rahu, ilu ja saladusi, mida ta vajanuks kirjapanemiseks.

They carried peace, beauty, and secrets she needed to write down.

"Raul, need on imelised pildid.

"Raul, these are wonderful pictures.

Sa peaksid rohkem neid jagama," soovitas Maarja.

You should share them more," suggested Maarja.

Raul lasi vaiksel muigel ilmuda oma näole.

Raul allowed a quiet smile to appear on his face.

Ta oli kaua oodanud, et keegi mõistaks.

He had waited a long time for someone to understand.

Maarja sõnad andsid talle kindlustunnet.

Maarja's words gave him confidence.

Pargist lahkudes tundus sügisvärvide mäng uuenenud ja helgem.

As they left the park, the play of autumn colors seemed renewed and brighter.

Maarja leidis taas kontakti oma ideedega, ja Raul teadis, et tema kirg oli väärt jagamist.

Maarja reconnected with her ideas, and Raul knew his passion was worth sharing.

Maisema lehtede sahin ja Kadrioru pargi võlud olid uue loo algus Maarja jaoks.

The rustle of fallen leaves and the charms of Kadrioru park were the beginning of a new story for Maarja.

Raul tabas seda läbi kaamerasilma.

Raul captured it through the camera's eye.

Mõlemad leidsid oma teel uue kindluse ja rahu koos.

Both found new confidence and peace on their paths together.

Nii lõppes päev koos rahus ja inspiratsioonis, kui kaks sõpra lahkusid ajaloohõngust kantud aedade juurest.

Thus the day ended in peace and inspiration as the two friends departed from the gardens steeped in history.