O H, V I E N N A

Staring out at the night city, the coloured lights blur into distant blobs, like bulbs dying all over the skyline. As you stand on the bridge gripping the bar, the cold metal burrowing into your skin and a breeze blowing through the ripples in your jumper to chill you, you raise your arms up and out, embracing as much of the world in front of you as you possibly can, a gust lifts up your long jacket like a cape and you scream out into the ether _