A Flashback of Schiele

There is a Strange quality to my memory of Albertina and Leopold's corner at mulled wine scented streets I walked covered with a veil of calmness but A few things were somehow not the way I wanted them to be there was A different kind of energy to This lonely endaveour I came mostly for Schiele but enchanted by Kokoschka in Belvedere encouraged despite the magic's lack of presence To carry on through the coldness of the countless passages Only later I discovered That the magic never left me