Thursday, April 30, 2009

Copenhagen - written April 2008

Smell - brisk, fresh air, fall, sausages and kebobs, the fried deliciousness of 'teacher sticks' at Tivoli, flowers, and the moldy musk of a thawing ground.

Taste - zesty balsamic mixed with a smooth creamy cheese clump, but lightened by the watery crunch of lettuce. mostly light and healthy tiny portions with the occasional greasy chicken of a kebob. the hint of vanilla lightly perfuming lovely cups of red tea.

Sounds - spinning clanking of old bicycles. the tapping of rocking masts. what I imagine to be meaningful and progressive conversations in the Danish tongue spilling out of cafes. peaceful protests, with uplifting sounds and live hippie music. the overall sound of an intelligent, conscious, and progressive people and place. bells.

Sights - kissing. roads that stretch like fingers through lakes. Christiania bikes with saddle seats. hippies. that mustard yellow that soaks the walls of so many buildings. bangs. smiles. hot fathers walking their children alone. cobblestone streets. old adorable architecture. beautiful rich people.

Touch - cool air mixed with hot sun. soft and heartfelt hugs. Irmelin stroking my hair until I drift off to sleep. Nanna's big soft white bed. snuggling. a thin tall bicycle seat grinding my bones as I ride.

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