In recent days, the weather here in Copenhagen has turned distinctly brisk.

The leaves desert the trees, I’ve swapped my quilt for a duvet, and tonight I’ve dug out my pyjamas for the first time since February.

I thought this would make me sad, but in fact the opposite is the case.

The cold, bracing air has brought with it many happy memories… strange how changes in temperature can impact our moods and sensory impressions so profoundly.

Copenhagen is bewitching at this time of year… rosy-cheeked girls on bikes, beautiful couples hurrying home to snuggle on sofas, friends gathering in cosy cafes to catch up on each others’ lives.

I’ve often felt peripheral to the lives of the cities I’ve lived in, but it’s different here.

It’s as though the sharp demarcation of the seasons creates a more acute sense of communality. I’m happy to be here, and happy to discover what the next day will bring, and the next.