It’s raining. The slate roofs on these German houses are just a shade darker than the sky. I am sure the downpour will water the earth and everything will flourish green and gold and yellow and pink, but right now it’s just raining.
I’ve been in Germany for just a few days and will only be here for a few more. Part of a European tour: Cyprus Crete, Germany, Belgium, Luxembourg, and France I think. We’ll see. The trip isn’t over yet and you never know how these things will turn out. Regardless, it is pretty here. Castles and vineyards dot the hillsides and the slate roofs are accompanied by turrets and tiny third story windows that peek from under sharply slanted dormers. It feels like a faery tale. You know, the Grim Brother’s kind where wolves hide in the woods and trolls live under the occasional bridge. In fact, I think I may have spotted one yesterday.
The rain and the green and the slate and the towers and the vines and the possibility of wolves may inspire a story. Surely I can feel the land of Faery is here, not quite beyond my reach. If I just lean forward a little bit more….
