My City

I know that some people might think I'm weird when I refer to Copenhagen as 'my city'. And I know that it's thousands of peoples city but my Copenhagen is different from everyone elses. It is mine and it is special to me. It is the tiny corners of coffee shops, curled up with hot chocolate and a book, watching the people pass the window. It is the sounds of bikes on the side walk and buses passing. It is the smell of sugar and smoke that collide perfectly to make my city smell adverturous, wonderful and special. It is the fountian that I sit at with my best friends under the dark, stary sky as we talk and listen to the street performers. It is not needing a map because even if I get lost, I can look up and us a building as a reference. It is finding the small places, like a book store that sells English books. It is the unexpected happening yet not finding anything wrong with it. Everything in my city has a special sound, a special look to it. My city has a song that is only mine. And it is Mine.