There is something magical about sidewalk chalk littering the pavement.
It’s as though I’m being given a glimpse into a world so alive and vivid for a child that they have no reservations about sharing it with others because it’s so real they can’t help but share it’s beauty.
I was walking home from work, tired and longing for my bed but with a lot of other tasks to complete before sleep found me. My thoughts were a jumble of to-do’s and several, “I really just want sleep. Why did I do this to myself?”
And before I could even think of writing up invitations to a pity party, I came across a child’s art on the pavement and immediately got swept away in it. It stretched across the sidewalk by several feet and towards the end of all the scribbles, I saw a heart and knew.
Because bad days don’t mean a bad life and somewhere, someone is dreaming of the very opportunities momentarily keeping me from sleep.
Rinse and repeat.