It almost seems as if they were never here in the first place. The park is empty except for the people cutting through the grounds on its concrete paths.
Birds fly overhead as squirrels scamper up tree trunks and rummage through wood-chipped gardens.
Christmas lights remain wrapped around tree trunks and their limbs. The winter sun peers through naked tree branches and shines brightly on a park that nearly 500 people called home for 40 days last fall.
The muddy lawn has been replaced with a beautiful new field of grass. The shadows have grown longer.
People shuffle through the park as if Occupy Toronto never existed.