The Numbered Promenade

A sequence of geometric boxes drawn in pastel chalk stretched across the quiet asphalt of the lane. I paused at the baseline, assessing the numbered sequence and the spatial intervals between them. Rules, once delineated, demand thorough execution. Lifting my right foot with measured composure, I planted it squarely within the center of square one. A deliberate forward leap brought both feet down simultaneously into the adjoining double squares, a faint puff of pale blue dust rising beneath my soles. Not a single boundary was breached. Even an impromptu promenade warrants strict geometric precision.