The people have returned. The streets are full and the trains, buses, cafe's and stores have an energy that only movement brings. Charged and unpredictable. The pulse is back and the air is stirred. Everyone is everywhere and we live in constant consideration. Adjustments are inevitable. What resembled a deserted city is now a bustling place of business again. Hard to imagine it was anything other than unpopulated. People vanished over the summer, attending more important things, like life and a tan, while the city sat waiting at a dim hum. And as if overnight they flocked and they settled, appearing on the street the next day like they never left. Visually it's such a noticeable difference and psychologically it's elusive. It's in the atmosphere. It can't be touched. There is a pattern emerging in the city's cultural habits, much like the weather and you'd think that you'd get used to it. Summer is petering out with autumn showing it's first signs last week. And I doubt very much that it will stop there- forward, into the darkness we go. You could say it's all-round positive on this front.