I spent quite a while today lost in streets around the Stephansdom (the cathedral of Vienna). This area includes a house in which Mozart lived at one stage of his life. I wasn't concerned about getting lost because I had plenty of time before I had to catch my plane, but I was tired and suffering a little in the heat. It was lovely to be in the area, in spite of that.

A few days ago, I dreamed I was composing a new piece. I could hear the ending and also sense the kind of music that led up to it. The final notes themselves were in my mind and I saw the notation, so after I awoke, I could write the passage down. Although I quite often compose in my dreams, it rarely has this clarity.