chalk

The white chalk line meandered down the pavement. It slithered over the curb, avoiding the gutter with a delicate swerve. Pebbles it could overrun. Cracks added interest. Feet only scuffed the surface. Puddles, however, were to be avoided. 

The line curled itself into letters: Max was here, Johnny loves April, SMILE.  A short detour left behind a drawing of a cat.  A few quick lines and a blank sidewalk transformed into a game of hopscotch. Children laughed. The chalk moved on.