Fairy Tales

Some men search their whole life to find that fairy tale they're looking for, others think it will come to them. Fairy Tales don't travel well, and if you're not willing to use your in search for one you may never find it.

In a small town out side of Heidelberg, Germany, I awoke early in the morning. The cool November air glistened my lips. A good cup of coffee would have been welcomed, though if I had waited for it to brew I would have missed this solemn empty streets. I took my time to explore, and it was not long before I came across this view.

As if it was cut straight from a Grimm's fairy tale book, this small town was inviting me to witness its story. And as the sun began to rise and could start to see, as if I was transported through time, I could see a horse drawn carriage full of fire wood for the baker. The cobbler had just put out a new sign, made by his wife and young loving daughters listing his price for shoe repair. I saw a carpenter's assistant open shop and placed pieces of Biedermeier near the open door, he was no older than thirteen and I could see the carpenter watching closely from the window.

I will not speak of how long I lingered in the town, but as I did I began to loose all sense of awareness and time, you get fatigued, light headed, and you begin to wonder if it was all just an over exaggerate imagination. As the reader you most decide this for yourself, however in those moment I was there and no one can convinced me otherwise. You see for some history can come alive, it becomes more than a story, but an emotion. A life, more than a fairy tale.