I imagine myself wandering over a frozen plain in a winter night, the stars twinkling above me, the moon light being reflected by the snow. Everything around me bathes in a blueish light and the leafless trees cast long, sharp shadows on the ground. And I hear Chopin’s “Nocturnes” (Night pieces). I am warmly dressed, wide awake, I breathe the cold air and I feel like walking, briskly, without a specific goal. I just want to walk and enjoy this mesmerizing music.