A quiet corner of a Copenhagen café, hot coffee in hand, Bach in my headphones. Yes, Bach—bear with me.
Outside, low rain clouds hang over the street, blurring the glass into a soft smear of drizzle and condensation. Inside, the room is warm, damp, and humming.
At the table next to mine, a couple is busy sketching out their future together with total abandon. I only catch fragments through their accents, but the intensity between them is palpable. Spark, fire, absolute focus.
Meanwhile, the music is working its own subtle chemistry on me. Every counterpoint and unexpected turn feels like an electric current, resetting the rhythm of my thoughts and opening up quiet spaces where ideas can breathe.