As I was carrying the clean laundry back up to my home, I saw a man jogging down the middle of the road. He was dressed in an outfit made from a wide variety of corn-chip wrappers. I laughed when he ran past me, and kind of cheered him. He looked back at me, and threw down a small pile of chalk powder onto the street.
Then he ran up the curb, onto the sidewalk, and drew a chalk circle on the sidewalk with a piece of chalk he still carried.
He ran down the hill, in the middle of the road, without further explanation.
My clothes feel just a little bit cleaner now.