Cycling home from work, I noticed someone had spilled a box of crayons in the street:
The next day, they were still there, but more downtrodden:
And today there was still an echo of color in the street:
Posted by Molly on Friday, August 1, 2008, at 9:46 pm.Filed under arugslifeStories.Follow any responses to this post with its comments RSS feed.Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.