Sometimes busy and other times abandoned. Filled with thoughts of rules that nobody cares to follow. It’s the hustle and bustle in a concrete path that get crushed upon by countless souls. High heel, low heels and even no heals. Flip flops and Birkenstocks get the hustle back and forth.
Some become a home or improve health as others not some much. It’s crack cocaine that brings infamous to the curb side or Koolaid and cookies that may brighten your day. For me at my place its sidewalk chalk and big wheels that bring life to the sidewalk path that present itself in front of my house.