Chalk Art at the Stroll and Roll

There were smiles.

Most of all, there were smiles.

 There were flowers

 and butterflies

 and trains.

 CTG was remembered

 by family and friends and new immigrants whose hearts were in the right place, 

even if their English was just a little bit off.

 The path was 3.2 miles round trip, and it was, no doubt a

  There was an acknowledgment of the sense of community.

There were races begun

 and ended.

 There were pleas for help

and notes that ran out of room. 

 Can't you see the little one knowing that the words were more important than the spacing 

and not wanting to lose the connection by moving his feet and stepping back ?

There was lots of love

 and lots of inspiration.

 There was relief

 and more love.

This one comes in two parts:

"I *heart* you dad and my dad 

said I *heart* you too"

 That's all there was. 

"I LOVE".

I want to meet this person.

 There were instructions of all sorts.

 And much marking of territory

 Last year, at the first Stroll and Roll, Little Cuter and SIR drew a HUG SPOT.  

It made everyone smile, so we made some more.

 They took on interesting incarnations.

Someone wanted to stop and hear a story.

 Some were obvious.

I wish I'd been here to see this one in action. 

 This is the one in the same spot they put theirs last year. 

Over the course of the day, it acquired a serif, a smiley face, and rays of sunshine.  

Though this may be an option for some,

next year I plan to walk along with everyone else.

This year, I walked one way, 

stopping to take pictures of the nearly 300 pieces of chalk art.

A year ago, I could barely get 100 yards down the path.

Two years ago I was at the grocery store with Christina-Taylor.

I haven't the faintest idea where I was three years ago.

I'm looking forward to the day when that will be the norm.

For now, I'm going with the love.