NURNBERG, GERMANY: I think the sky is just a bunch of rainbows covered by clouds of blue and white.

Last night i saw its natural hue again. like a storybook at the soles of my shoes, a scene played itself out before me...fog crowded the thick forestland that we drove through to placethere in that festival of color. A high peaked, ivy colored, traditional house provided the basin for the nine oclock rainbow after a dreary day of lost light in the sky. Clouds pink and lavendar. Safe to say that the sun planned this all out from the start of the day, he woke up and said, "Ill rise late tonight in an unexpected beam and keep them up until four am wondering why that beam chose then to rise." Hes tricky; almost as tricky as this german keyboard i here type from.

I now write to you from a flat house in the countryland of eastern germany. I actually had to look up what part of the world I was in on google maps...because I honestly did not know its description. Foreign birds play outside my window, with the purple flowers and green stems that support the colored parts...someones in the kitchen and its all but noise to me, here.

Noise that borders on humor. The german language has truly outsmarted me for the past 36 hours and I have but 2 weeks more to be impressed by my own lack of intelligence.

Flying and training and walking and falling, no longer has great effect upon me. I sometimes wake up with new bruises but its all a part of the game, the journey. I find that rain heals me because its like the sky is being completely honest with us. It rained daily in Paris and as I dismounted the white, red and blue sky shuttle that displaced me in Munich, Germany, but two days ago...mist covered my backpack and chilled my wrists as I found my friend waiting at the place where people meet people in the airport.

As the stereotypes played out marvelously and the bratwurst was anything but imperfect...I looked out from the highest point in Nurnberg and laughed at the funny ladders that lay on each red rooftop. I think I was laughing at the impossibility of my prescence there, but I blame the parallel bars of silver metal on each shingled house for my inability to stop smiling.

It is enjoyable to live uncapturably. Exciting and depressing all in the same. There are no fonts or photos that describe how things go here...its all in the moment. The ever changing moment. The moment youre accidentally dancing to a German rock band play Sum41 songs in the middle of a street festival with one of youre best friends, on the opposite side of the world. Or when youre watching 30 people drink from huge glass mugs and dance around a maypole in traditional costumes to live-oldmanband music as they sway back and forth, holding trees above their heads and being hit by blownup pig bladders in the middle of the afternoon near a field somewhere unexplainably new.

He walked in with Spätzle.