The Light and the Sky.

Almost two months on from a wonderful adventure up North, I find myself sitting in my favourite cafe in Copenhagen. The sun is shining in through the window, perfectly covering my body and half of my face like a bedsheet, but leaving my laptop screen in shadow. Soft jazz oozes out of speakers somewhere. The saxophone. Maple syrup. "Mus." The bartender calls the chef. "Mouse." She wears light denim 90's 'Mum Jeans', as I would call them. A nice sharp short and smart hair cut, showing off a beautiful neck. The sun makes Copenhageners dozy. Or is it just I, that feels dozy? Riding around the streets, everyone is riding slower. People walk with their eyes closed and faces tilted slightly to the sun. They sit out on benches in the streets, rather than inside bars, drinking beer and wearing sunglasses and denim jackets. An air of relief, shown through groundedness and the way their shoulders slump slightly and bodies completely surrender to the wooden seats. Relaxed. Relaxed and grounded. They've just come through winter. Squinting in the first sights of the sun, as if having woken from a 6 month long nap.

I remember a time when I first walked in in January. Tall candles lit on every table, many hands tapping away on MAC keyboards, and everyone all cosy-ed up with rugs and roll necks. One young woman was nestled in the corner by the window. Headphones over her messy brown hair and fringe. Scarf as big as a hug around her neck and shoulders, and big woollen socks covering her feet. Her shoes were off and her legs curled up on the bench. As if she were at home. I remember her. Concentrating on whatever it was, but just there. The cafe was a place of warmth to write in. Now, the vibe continues, but the place isn't full. Instead, the fight is to find a spot on the benches outside.

It's 11 degrees in Copenhagen today. Spring is here. I could hear vacuum cleaners going in the apartments this morning. Above, below and to each side. Doonas shaken off verandahs and dust flying through the air in the sunlight - I joined. Spring cleaning. Cleaning out the dust, and blowing away the cobwebs that have made their way into corners of ceilings and minds. A father sitting on his verandah in the sun; With a newspaper, without a shirt on, as his children play below and yell up to him. Again, relaxed and grounded, surrendouring to the chair...

The coffee machine screeches as milk is heated, waking me from my thoughts trailing along on something but nothing, just wandering. Almost two months ago I went on an adventure and this, was my favourite photo of all. The Light and the Sky.