The way of the lowly sidewalk surviving all of it’s wear and tear is remarkable, really

Never lonely rarely cracking under pressure strong and rock steady yet a wee bit worse for wear beneath feet upon feet pounding and renegade skateboard rats it holds its ground

Businesses bustle like peanut galleries justifying its existence as al fresco diners order another round

Street musicians busk under a slightly tattered canopy sheltered from the hot noon day’s sun as coins jingle and dance freshly flung filling a felted fedora with a brown sweat stained headband and a rather lazy looking pheasant feather

Nearby puddled sticky a scoop of ice cream once held with glee and might in a child’s delighted hand falls with ceremonious plop prompting her to wail with grief as it is now left for sugar drunk bees and an army of opportunistic ants waiting nearby among the minute cracks

up ahead young mother fumbling with a stroller juggles a baby on her hip dropping her keys with a silvery thwack onto a mass of discarded pink bubblegum peppered with dirt while her other toddling child at her knee wobbles over to the sparkling crystal fob promptly reaches for them joyfully sticking the sparkle into his mouth excited at his conquest

A young couple in throes of honeymoon kisses coo as their love grows hotter than the August asphalt oblivious to the proximity and admiration of a silver haired elderly pair coupled for as many years as the young lovers have been alive who smile and recall those days holding their hands even tighter

Love is the theme here

Yes, remarkably, the sidewalk sees it all