When I was already in bed, I remembered my countdown. Maybe I should have count down by weeks, instead...
On Malmo's Western Harbor (I've been referring to it in Swedish--Vastra Hamnen), there is a cement and metal jetty (not sure what they call it) hanging out over the sound. It is a thrill to walk to the end of it, because it feels like one will certainly fall into the water. This is especially true on a windy, white-cap day. But it is really quite sturdy with heavy metal sides.
|The Sunset and the jetty at Malmo's Western Harbor|
One day I was watching the sunset with Phil's brother when he visited. I saw some Middle Eastern men go out onto that jetty and watched two women photograph them. At one point, one woman pocketed her camera and said to the men in English, "Do you know why those locks are there?"
|Looking toward the Oresund Bridge||from the jetty.|
Maybe you already know the story, but when the four of them came our direction, I asked the woman to tell me the story of the locks. She told me there are places in the world, usually over large bodies of water, where lovers clip a padlock to the rails and throw the key into the water as a sign of a love that is never to be broken. She said there are places, like Hong Kong, where there are so may padlocks clipped to the rail that the structure is nearly crushed by the weight of them.
She turned to one of the Middle Eastern men and said, "We are going to do that, here, when we are married, aren't we?
Here's to unbroken love, to the unfathomable depths of commitment, to throwing away the key!