Where once there was a beautiful garden with sunshine and rainbows chalked on the pavement; now there are only streaks of color bleeding into each other as summer rain pours down. Pretty in its own way, dreams fade and promises lost, as color runs down the gutter. The artist must have known their vision wouldn't last; bound by the nature of their medium, chalk is meant to be temporary and easily washed away. Yet the effort was made to share beauty in the world, simple kindness put forth at no cost except, perhaps, a few pieces of chalk, a tired back, and dirty knees. A back can be rested, knees can be washed, but the beauty and kindness live on in the memories of passersby, who glanced down in their travels, before and after the summer shower. A joy reaffirmed in the sunshine; a comfort to someone alone in the world. Maybe on another day the artist might return with a box of colors to remind them beauty and kindness exists in an ever changing world, and we must catch it while we can.
~Elise Skidmore ©2023