Copenhagernes will look back at this summer, and call it the best in years. It really is. But it is also too damn much with this crazy heat wave and endless sleepless tropical nights. It just crosses a line when your brain starts melting on you. Not to sound ungrateful (feel free to remind me of this come the dungeon), because I also love the long days, the clear skies and living in a skimpy summer dress. As always, it is about making the best of it. Come rain or come shine.
It is kind of poetic how the shadow only comes alive in the sun. The two of them put on quite a show these days.
It is kind of poetic how the shadow only comes alive in the sun. The two of them put on quite a show these days.
Fleeting shadow-stairs, to be enjoyed while they last.
The summercycle goes from one extreme to the other. After a while of boiling heat, burnt grass and suffering trees, nature compensates with heavy rain. Followed by more complaining, of course. Until you remember the puddle action.
Toying with Copenhagen tourists. Making them float...
...and slide. Without understanding the words, I knew they were talking about the strange girl crouching before them in the street. "What’s she doing? What’s she doing?"
“Aaaaaaahhhh” this was the moment that they realised what I was doing. Ha. Thank you for playing.
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