der Freiburger Weihnachtsmarkt

We stood in between the stalls, waiting for our sausages to be passed over the counter, when Juliette pointed to the sky. It was snowing. Silently and softly it fell, melting before it landed thanks to the heat of the lights and the food stands and the warmth of people just living. Losing itself in a haze above our heads. The snow never grazed our faces, but all the same, it somehow made the evening more special. We scoured the market, rode the ferris wheel, ate hearty German food, and were courageous in the face of the melee of holiday shoppers. It's the second year we've done this: left the boys at home and gone off, just the girls, but already, it's become tradition.