Last night, all of a sudden, I remembered something. Six years ago we were both walking with someone else, on a muddy road, on a foggy and cold day. And we both were afraid of losing each others to the one whom with the other was walking. I walked with a young man, who could have been my best friend if we would have met again. He was the first, and so far the last, young man in my life to wear a trench coat. I watched fog monsters above the unknown lake with him. And then walked back the road, and met with the other walkers. Maybe that meeting on the muddy road was what made it clear that I wouldn't marry anyone with a trench coat but someone with wild laughter and an overall looks of a deer in the headlights.
I don't know what happened to the boy with the trench coat, but I married the crazy one and I love him to pieces. On Sunday his first book of poems was published. You can buy it here, if you understand Finnish or if you just want to be a part of this all. This is my first time as a cover girl.