Cold, bright, windy, and the city is humming again. Traffic light on the highway is back to workweek timing, meaning the wait is longer for us foot soldiers just trying to get to the river. Icy wind blasting us while we wait, too. Traffic's heavier than it has been since Christmas, makes a big roar behind my bench as it goes galloping by. Construction sites all around are bustling, with concrete being poured and crane booms swinging. The Christmas trees, which had started to hit the street on Christmas eve, are piled en masse at the curbs. Empty boxes and giftwrapping fill paper recycling bags beside the mounds of trees, and next to them blue glass-and-metal bags don't disguise the chubby shape and gold foil of champagne. Maybe it's just me, but everyone seems full of energy, ready to roll up sleeves and get to work. Looking at this world, there's lots to be done. Let's get to it. Go, 2012!