06.22.2013 - 06.22.2013
The past few days (but it feels like "lately") I've been preoccupied with a story that's been brewing in my mind. It began while we were watching the Royal Orchestra our first night in Vienna and since then has grown into something strange and interesting. I only hope I don't get tired of it before I can begin to write.
I haven't much time to reflect on Vienna, or Bratislava, where we made a day trip this morning. If the story gets written, though, it may be the best tribute to these places I can create. It will be the Vienna I've imprinted in my heart, a place where the soul feels awed. The Vienna of soft nights, steps shuffling quietly on cobblestones, Gothic spires soaring into the inky skies. The Vienna of artistic heritage, artistic ambition.