Sipping a coffee alone in a cafe in Copenhagen writing and listening to Bach – yeah Bach, wtf? – enjoying the thick feeling of rain clouds overhead and the drizzle outside the steamy cafe windows. The air is warm and humid and a couple sits beside me plotting and planning their lives together with real gusto, too accented for me to catch everything, but their attention on each other feels real and has spark and fire to it.

I can feel the music rewiring my brain, unlocking it and occupying my thoughts while the twists and turns of the song take my system on a mini adrenaline ride. New neural pathways abound.