John woke up that morning, set on finishing the project he was working on. Lidia was away at the conference in Connecticut, he was alone with a lot of time to kill. He poured some coffee into his cup and went to the drawing board. After five minutes, his doorbell rang. There was Chris.

“Hi, John. How are you?”

“Chris, what are you doing here? I thought you were visiting your parents this weekend.”

“Well, I've changed my mind. I've come to take you out for a walk through Central Park. Look at the sky. Not a trace of clouds at all. What do you say?”

“Ok, I can’t focus on my sketch anyway. Let's go.”

They put on their jackets and left. Central Park was only 10 minutes away on foot. When they entered the park, it was already full of people jogging, roller-skating, reading, laughing. There was a constant buzz everywhere you turned. Suddenly, John saw some children running around, exchanging coloured chalk. He stopped to look at what they were doing, having short flashbacks from his second grade.

“What are you doing here?”

“There's a competition of asphalt drawings. It's the 1^st of June today, remember?”

“Of course. What are you drawing?”

“We're making the picture of a farm, but we don't know how to draw the horse. Will you help us?”

“Sure, give me a piece of brown chalk, please.”

John sat on his knees and showed them everything step by step. He looked at the children's faces, they were listening carefully to what he was saying, trying to copy each of his moves. They were involved into something important, trying to win the competition. John remembered his colleagues from the office, his unfinished project. These children made his heart beat faster, his mind focus on the basic rules of drawing and a simple manner to explain them how everything was done. He left them there working on their little project and looked for Chris. His mind was still thinking of those second graders arguing over the pieces of chalk.