Last night, I dreamt I was in Denmark. The sky was pink as my friends and I rode bikes. The sunset graced our faces as we walked downtown. The birds darted toward the shining lake, as they always did.
I woke up back in California before my alarm, before the sunrise — in quarantine. In reality, my fairytale is unfinished, unwritten. COVID-19 has sent me 5,500 miles away from Aarhus, Denmark, but I’ll be back.
“Love letter to Denmark” is a poetic journey of my time abroad. The characters and landscapes in these pictures are documents of my memory, showcasing a place I now call home and those who live among it.