[This post is from a series written during the first weeks of the COVID crisis.]
On my morning walk, it is apparent that “Daisy” drew an asphalt heart.
It’s a big heart, long enough for everyone in this pandemic.
This is my clue that she is the artist.
And it’s drawn in chalk, which expresses itself quickly and well, even if it’s susceptible to rain, and water, and tears.
Notice that it is multicolored, inclusive of everyone, and vibrant, because it is full of life.
I’m hoping both parents supervised, because it is drawn in the middle of the street, but the street is quiet, with lots of neighbors and passersby with strollers, who will get to see what Daisy made.
Also seen on my walk.
Whoever you are, Daisy, and wherever you are, thank you for including us in the heart.
It’s a future we should contemplate, just like Daisy with her chalks, on the asphalt of a quiet neighborhood street, in COVID time.
Coda: The heart is gone now, washed away by a sudden May rain. It’s totally gone now, but the sentiment is still there.
All it took was someone to express it.