November 4, 2018
The squiggly lines on the cement panel were dancing this morning. They would straighten and then contract back to their original squiggle in time to the music. The lines were blue. They could have been red, but the artist couldn’t find the red chalk. Someone is coming down the sidewalk just now. It is a young child. She is skipping. She skips over the squiggly lines, smudging them slightly. As the day wore on others came and went on the sidewalk, passing over the lines, smudging them, gradually turning them to powder coloring the sidewalk uniformly until they disappeared altogether.