remember when you sat in the square in Copenhagen

and you felt sort of traditional 

even though you were staring at a burger king?

you had the inclination to take photos of everything but then 

didn’t.

you ate a chocolate muffin and looked at a building that had gold on it

you took your gloves off and cupped your hot drink

your shoes were a bit too heavy

and red strands from your scarf were clinging to everything

but you felt calm

or at least you felt like you were doing well at imagining calmness.

(pretending to be calm perhaps.)

that chai latte was creamy and you saw a child put their arm around another child and felt something then nothing.

it was nice.