Christmas markets always remind me...

It was early December in a far away land,situated somewhere in my ever-growing past; The christmas lights were on and the street markets, in full flourish, were sipping people in like a merry,colourful vortex and spitting them back out, half-drunk and penniless. 

We were wrapped up in our warmest clothes and still not feeling any warmer,I can remember my teeth rattling and my walking unconsciously turning into a gallop.We kissed goodnight under the tower clock, like old friends do, suddenly aware of life's twists that separate people.I watched you dissolve in the cold air,until the only thing I could see was my own breath,desperately drawing a tiny mark in the dark,silent background canvas.