Morning Fog over Copenhagen
As I impatiently listen to the coffemachines gurgle, a hazy somber morning observes me through the old windows of my apartment building.
With my trusted bike on my shoulder I head for the stairs - as I pull the door open it's clear that my windows made no illusions. The Covid-infused streets of my neighbourhood are shrouded in a fog so thick it turns every lightsource around me into beautiful living organisms. I mount my bike and a green light appears ahead - as it pulls me into the unknown known of my hometown - I reach for my camera.