Attending Christmas midnight mass in St. Vitas Cathedral in Prague. The breath of thousands rising in the frigid air of the unheated millenium old church. Standing next to the tomb of St. Vitas himself (Good King Wencleslas from the Christmas carol). The next morning rising early to find an undisturbed dusting of new snow on Karlovy Most (Charles Bridge) and knowing I am the first to experience this most magical of places on a crisp Christmas morning 1992.

Jude