2015 was a big year. Not because it was longer (not even a leap year), but because I experienced much, much more than I normally do. Time is very much elastic and subjective.
In late 2014, I went back to Denmark, my country of birth to reconnect with my first culture, to have a foot on the ground in the country I chose to leave behind 24 years ago and to connect with my growing family.
The purple cravat was bright and smooth. Its colour shone impossibly against the rest of him. His skin was pale, his unkempt hair blond, the knitted jumper off-white and the camel wool coat dark grey. Nothing about him was colourful or stylish. Except for that purple cravat.
Den lilla charmeklud var glat og skinnede. Dens farve lyste umuligt mod resten af ham. Hans hud var bleg, det uredte hår blondt, den strikkede sweater grumset hvid og kameluldsfrakken mørkegrå. Intet ved ham havde farve eller stil. Udover den lilla charmeklud.