Shouldn't…but Do

There is a googly eye in the street.  I have been watching it.

Wind and rain have passed and the googly eye remains.  There is only one, it gives the blacktop some character, although it does not say much.

Last year I watched an orange sharpie marker, devoid of cap, work its way  through winter months down the street and toward the storm drain.  When spring came, the melt navigated the marker past the storm drain to safety.  More surprising, its cap emerged from the snow just a foot distant.

Now residing comfortably in my pen drawer with a rubber band to correct its loose cap, the sharpie marker still works.

There is a googly eye in the street.  I will watch it.   I admire things that make it through.