Clouds held back by bobby pins fall into the sky after a long day.
Boot heels and dress shoes clack.
Pants swish against handbags and shopping bags.
Heads bow out of overcoats against damp, dark, and cold evening.
A congregation at the bus stop sings hymns to the weekend and, later,
psalms to each other.
Hands brave the cold to connect two bodies walking through the plaza.
Father and son share the responsibility of carrying home this year's Christmas tree.
An adolescent on his bike struggles to carry his cargo,
which happens to be his friend. The friend struggles to hold on.
They approach a drinking stranger.
Bonsoir. They ask if he needs some change.
He's lost in their question, confused.
They say never mind and, Bonsoirée.
Toi'aussi he tells them.
The kids rejoin their friends for a game of Kick the Can.
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