New Year's Eve Night Out in the Village
New Year's Eve, and the whole village turned out for it. Strings of lights ran overhead from building to building, lit snowflakes hanging from them, and under all of it the ice rink was packed three deep along the boards. A pair of skaters put on a show in the middle — everyone crowded in to watch, so the little one got carried most of the night, passed between arms so she could see over the heads.
After the rink there was more of a crowd gathered near the archway by the coffee shop, stage lights rigged up over a railing, people still arriving. We didn't stay for all of it. The walk back to the hotel went past the lit trees at the entrance, wreath over the portico.
Back in the room she stood at the kitchen counter working through a whole container of blueberries, one at a time, still in her coat.