A Dream of Love (excerpt)
Vienna, Austria - May 1825
There are those who sometimes describe love as a dream. When I was younger, a long time ago, I never believed them. I hadn't seen love as some fleeting thing, like a summer's breeze. Here one moment, and then, before you can blink, gone.
It was summer in Vienna, and there was a certain excitement in the air, though I hardly felt it. You see, during this time in my life, I felt a certain amount of restlessness, and it was in this epoch of my life that even my passion for music eluded me. It's strange to think back on how quickly my life changed, but it all began that night . . .