Chalk Marks

I scooped up a fat stub of broken blue sidewalk chalk resting by the patio edge! The chalky dust coated my gloves immediately. Planting my boots firmly against the rough slate paver, I leaned my whole body into the stone and hauled the chalk across the surface with two hands. Skrrrrrt! It left behind a thick, vibrant powdery trail that popped brightly against the dark gray stone. I circled around, grinding down the tip until I closed the loop into a massive target circle with a sharp bullseye right in the center. Outdoor arena officially open for business!