Gold is the colour of bright wintry mornings here in Copenhagen. We even have an expression for it: "Morning is the golden hour". I was particularly intrigued the other day, with people seemingly breathing Gold on their morning ride.
Or just enjoying a brush of Gold while waiting for the lights to change.
This moment really caught my eye. A small puff of air is slowly drifting. And for an instant her golden mist hangs in the air before evaporating .