It never fails: every year at this exact time, I wish that I owned a pair of ice skates. My inner grown up votes against it of course, as you can only really use them for such a short time, and for the rest of it they just take up precious space. Even as I write this, I recognize what a lame argument that is. And besides, since when did my inner grown up run my life? I urgently need to get my hands on/feet in a pair of ice skates. Now is the time:
This part of the lakes were just cleared for access by the city the other day, and it is crowded with people already, at all hours.
The other side is not cleared yet, but just today I saw a father drag his two small kids across it. Some people you just can't reach...
Fire and ice.
I love Copenhagen on the rocks.