The second week of January and the rhythm of the world has returned to normal.
The holidays, momentous in their volume and all-consuming wall of sound have retreated back into the shadows.
Scattered trees line the walkways, abandoned yet oddly proud.
School buses rumble by, rattle windows and kick up salt.
Cars warm in driveways; plumes of condensed heat floating over sidewalks.
The coffee shop bell rings with regularity again.
Commuters struggle to find seats.
Kids with backpacks trundle past, heads down, still asleep.
Even the squirrels go about their day with purpose once again; the days of handouts done.
The rhythm changes; the spirit recedes and the hawk soars above, still following the sun.