Time Passes

My brother is in Munich putting finishing touches to his new opera, Idomineo, while here in Salzburg, my father has opened up his paint box. This is to stop himself from pacing up and down with worrying about Woferl - but it is also to calm himself generally. Papa is sempre agitato about all things except the art of water colour. He is painting a set of playing cards, which he has said he will give to me on my wedding day. And when will that be, I ask myself inside my head. N.