Reminiscing about seeing chalk drawings with you

Talking about the flash flood warning for tomorrow evening, I found myself remembering the chalk drawing of the smiling jellyfish and the heart with the two girlfriends’ names etched inside—and a third girl’s name with an arrow pointing to the duo drawn as an afterthought. I remembered when he and I had walked under the bridge by the river and discovered them on the stone wall upholding the bridge on one end. It was a sunny day, with light sparkling on the shallow river and ducks swimming around. We laughed as we analyzed them, imagining the group of girls who had drawn them.

I remembered that time one day when I was walking by myself by the river, and chanced to walk under the same bridge. I had forgotten that the chalk drawings were under that bridge, and I was delighted to find them intact. They were just as they were when we’d stopped there together several months before.

Today I thought and I wondered. Would the flood rise high enough to erase those chalk drawings if they were still there? Were they still there? I wished I’d taken a picture of them when I’d passed there for a second time that one day, but then I thought to trust the memories of that happy day with you to my pen, and hoped that you’d remember it too.