watching the work that goes into each twinkling snowflake
30.11.2009 42 °F
Over the last few weeks as I've ridden my bike or walked down Erbprinzenstrasse on my way to work, I've woven around cords, construction trucks and wondered what on earth the city was going to do with this ugly industrial metal archway. I've watched them employ an entire crane team to hang mammoth-sized garlands with a shiny gold ball at the end off of the roof of the local mall. But each bit has helped to lift the dampened spirits of a holiday season away from family and filled with work. Last week was the longest ever, pulling in around 50 hours and by Thursday I just didn't want to be there any more. I sat at the table in the breakroom doing the self-prep talk, looking into my cup of coffee for answers, knowing I enjoy teaching. But the star on the top of the christmas tree came as I walked into my classroom and saw from the window a square full of people, twinkle lights and festive treats. It was just enough to bring back a smile through a lesson of "I'd like to make a reservation please".