Yesterday it came back. The light. There's something magical about that first sign that winter is disappearing. The sky was beautiful and the sun didn't go down until around 17.30. I have missed the light. I always forget how much it matters, and I can't wait until summer's sunny nights!
When I lived in Nørrebro, I used to walk up Fiolstræde every day on my way to work. Now that I live in Vesterbro, I get to work from Rådhuspladsen. So when I went up Fiolstræde the other day, it felt so familiar.
I've been working like a maniac the last ten days. Last week, I did interviews all day and wrote an article each night. It was insane. Sunday morning, I made coffee and hung out in the sofa for an hour or two before starting work. The light made a beautiful way across the wall and I felt so at home in this apartment.
My street is so classic Copenhagen.
Yesterday, on my way to work, the light played across the coloured houses on Vesterbrogade. The sky didn't know whether to rain or shine, but luckily shine won.
That way, we got to enjoy the beautiful sundown over Inner City's rooftops from the office.