Part of squaring the circle is coming back into the world. To be honest, it’s been really quiet here. The boys were here a lot over the summer, but now school’s back in session, and there are more hours to fill. I’ve been trying to find something to occupy me, let the spring-loaded alligator clips of my mind latch onto something, anything, but nothing is really taking. The sun is shifting, and the rustle of leaves on the sidewalk outside the newly opened windows sound like foot steps, a dark predator, an old and familiar friend.