Niels gik gennem kontorets lange gang og tænkte på, hvad den næste time ville bringe.

Niels walked through the office's long hallway, thinking about what the next hour would bring.

Han kiggede ud af vinduet og så sneen falde stille over byen.

He looked out the window and saw the snow falling gently over the city.

Hans tanker drejede sig om det samme hver dag: arbejde, frokost, arbejde igen.

His thoughts revolved around the same thing every day: work, lunch, work again.

Han ønskede noget mere.

He wanted something more.

Noget anderledes.

Something different.

Da klokken slog tolv, rejste han sig fra sin skrivebordsstol.

When the clock struck twelve, he got up from his desk chair.

"Vil du spise frokost med mig i dag, Niels?"

"Would you like to have lunch with me today, Niels?"

spurgte Astrid pludselig.

Astrid suddenly asked.

Hun stod ved hans skrivebord og smilede varmt.

She stood by his desk, smiling warmly.

Niels, en smule overrasket, tøvede et øjeblik.

Niels, a little surprised, hesitated for a moment.

"Ja, selvfølgelig," svarede han endelig.

"Yes, of course," he finally replied.

De gik langs de sneklædte stier mod Rosenborg Slotshave.

They walked along the snow-clad paths towards Rosenborg Slotshave.

Vinden var kold, men luften frisk.

The wind was cold, but the air was fresh.

Astrid ledte vejen, hendes skridt beslutsomme og fyldt med energi, mens Niels fulgte hende tæt.

Astrid led the way, her steps decisive and filled with energy, while Niels followed her closely.

Rosenborg Slotshave lå der, rolig og malerisk.

Rosenborg Slotshave lay there, calm and picturesque.

Træerne var dækket af et blødt lag sne, og stierne var stille.

The trees were covered with a soft layer of snow, and the paths were quiet.

Kun få fodspor dekorerede jorden.

Only a few footprints decorated the ground.

Den majestætiske slots silhuet rejste sig bag dem, en kontrast til byens grå farver.

The silhouette of the majestic castle rose behind them, a contrast to the city's gray colors.

De satte sig på en bænk, der vendte mod slottet.

They sat on a bench facing the castle.

Niels kiggede på Astrid, der pakkede en termokande med varm suppe op.

Niels looked at Astrid, who unpacked a thermos of hot soup.

"Dette sted er smukt," sagde han.

"This place is beautiful," he said.

"Ja, jeg elsker at komme her.

"Yes, I love coming here.

Det hjælper mig med at tænke," svarede hun og rakte ham en kop suppe.

It helps me think," she replied, handing him a cup of soup.

Niels havde svært ved at finde ordene.

Niels had difficulty finding the words.

Han ønskede at fortælle hende, hvordan han var træt af den monotone rutine, men følte sig usikker.

He wanted to tell her how tired he was of the monotonous routine but felt uncertain.

Til sidst brød Astrid stilheden.

Finally, Astrid broke the silence.

"Hvad drømmer du om, Niels?"

"What do you dream about, Niels?"

Spørgsmålet fangede ham uforberedt.

The question caught him off guard.

Han så over haven, tænkte lidt, og sagde så, "Jeg vil gerne opleve noget nyt.

He looked over the garden, thought a bit, and then said, "I want to experience something new.

Måske rejse, lære noget anderledes."

Maybe travel, learn something different."

Astrid nikkede, som om hun forstod.

Astrid nodded, as if she understood.

"Jeg tror, vi alle har brug for det engang imellem."

"I think we all need that now and then."

De talte om drømme og forhåbninger, mens snefnuggene langsomt faldt omkring dem.

They talked about dreams and hopes while the snowflakes slowly fell around them.

Samtalen gav Niels mod.

The conversation gave Niels courage.

Han følte sig inspireret, som om verden var lidt større end før.

He felt inspired, as if the world was a little bigger than before.

Da de vendte tilbage til kontoret, føltes det som om noget havde ændret sig.

When they returned to the office, it felt as if something had changed.

Ikke i kontoret, men i Niels selv.

Not in the office, but in Niels himself.

Han følte en ny energi.

He felt a new energy.

Ligesom sneen, der dækkede træerne, kunne små ændringer bringe skønhed og nyt liv.

Like the snow covering the trees, small changes could bring beauty and new life.

Niels satte sig ved sit skrivebord.

Niels sat at his desk.

Han tænkte på de små skridt mod forandring.

He thought about the small steps toward change.

Astrids spørgsmål florerede stadig i hans sind.

Astrid's question still lingered in his mind.

Drømme behøver ikke at være store, men de kræver et første skridt.

Dreams don't have to be big, but they require a first step.

Og det havde han taget.

And he had taken it.

Han smilede for sig selv.

He smiled to himself.

Det første skridt var altid det sværeste, men nu vidste han, at han kunne tage flere.

The first step was always the hardest, but now he knew he could take more.

Han følte sig håbefuld og klar til at lade spontaniteten guide ham mod nye eventyr.

He felt hopeful and ready to let spontaneity guide him towards new adventures.