I'm thinking of the snow-capped Austrian Alps.
I'm thinking of the Danube.
I'm humming songs from the Sound of Music.
I'm picturing the baroque years.
I can almost hear Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmusik in the background.
I can smell the delicious coffee and sacher tortes, coupled with fluent German chatter.
I'm slowing down.
I'm humming Billy Joel; he sings to me...
Don't you know that only fools are staisifed.
Dream on - but don't imagine they'll all come true.
When will you realise, Vienna waits for you.