For a week or two I have been dreaming about January. I've been having this very vivid impression of me in Vienna, alone of course, on clear and freezing winter day. I am carrying a newspaper and I'm going into a cafe. I see images of frozen trees in parks and the magnificent old buildings that Vienna has abundantly as I walk leisurely on the streets of a capital of bygone empire.
I dream of hot cup of coffee and croissant. I read the news paper. As the day starts to turn to evening I start to walk into my hotel. The sky is red and the cold wind bites into my nose. Somehow I could not feel any happier.
I must go there.