We woke up this morning to the sound of rain — big, heavy raindrops.  It rained on and off all day, and as the day went on, it got chillier outside (our high of nearly 50 was around 7 this morning).

When I went out this evening for my German lesson, it had stopped raining and the temperature had leveled out in the mid-forties — chilly but not unpleasant.  I walked the 10 minutes to my lesson wearing a jacket and a scarf, and I was very comfortable.

An hour later, I stepped out onto the sidewalk and got hit with a sharp breeze that cut right through my jacket and had me shivering before I’d gone a block.  In my fantasies of Christmas markets, gingerbread and roasted chestnuts, I’d managed to forget the biting cold of winter in Vienna.

I’ve got to crank up the radiators, put on my fuzzy slippers and dig out the gloves and hats.  I might have forgotten how cold it can get, but I’m certain I’ll be reminded of it soon enough.  Winter is coming, for sure.