i have always firmly believed that life and the happiness that comes with it is defined by a series of what i call perfect moments. there was a slight breeze on the jetty that stretched out into the water, the sunrays on astrid’s face i sat on the front porch of mikkos summer cottage. there was the lake, the wood cracking in the fireplace behind us. it was a perfect moment as if god had created it himself. after these days, these moments my doubts are gone. what is left is a feeling of utmost beauty and thankfulness. things that make me say
i believe.