Dreaming of Soup

We’re in the middle of Storm Doris here and I only made it a 1/4 way through my run this morning, before I was beaten back home by wind gusts, falling branches, hail and rain coming down¬†in sheets. I guess today, I just wasn’t meant to run.

The dampness in the air is making me cold. While warming up in the shower I started dreaming of Copenhagen. I would have bundled up today and walked down to the Torvehallerne. Maybe I would have gazed at the flower stalls before picking just the right bunch to bring home. Maybe I would have stopped at one of our favourite coffee spots for a drink and a mini chocolate cinnamon roll. Maybe I was lucky enough to find a seat by the window and I could watch the world go by.

Maybe I would have picked up a fresh loaf of focaccia from the bakery to have with dinner tonight. Maybe I would have been there long enough to have lunch and I would have stopped at another stall we liked, grabbed a seat at the counter and ordered this delicious chicken soup with ginger. Just maybe.

A girl can dream, can’t she?