Silkworm and I took my mom's bike (Lucy, my bike, is feeling a little under the weather and has to go in for a check-up) to the bay to write our favorite quote in the shoulder of the street with chalk. It took about six pieces of chalk in total but only less than ten minutes to get it all down, because we were racing what looked like a mini storm brewing in the sky. A guy walked past with his dog and told us "Hope the rain doesn't wash it away," and then we thought about it and came to the conclusion that it would kind of add a dose of magic if it did.
It's since drizzled a tad and now it's dry outside, but the weathermen are assuring us the evidence of this Mission of Magic will be cleaned up in tomorrow's showers (con thunderstorms).
"We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us."
- Charles Bukowski