I do love my neighborhood. Last night I performed my night routine, circling the block repeatedly, looking for legal parking.
What's that? There's a figure in a shiny yellow rain jacket crouching in the crosswalk. I go around again; she (it looks small) is still there. Looks to be drawing with chalk. I go around again. She is picking up the bicycle she'd dropped nearby and riding off.
Finally I find a spot to park and go exploring.
I always wondered about pink elephants.
Sadly, this morning, after a rain. Did an elephant walk on waves under a pointy sun? Was she ever there?