I was born on the shores of the Danube. It isn't blue, there - it's an old river, it isn't blue, it's muddy and dangeous and full of brown whirlpools... and, to me, always and eternally beautiful. I weep at the sight of it every time I return and catch my first glimpse of the old river. And that waltz, it's always been MY waltz, just like the river has always been MY river.
I just watched the 2006 concert on PBS. They did the encores. And I discovered I still cry when I hear the waltz.
Happy New Year, all.