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It was the way the sun shone- the air golden all around. Or perhaps the way the tree stood- full dressed in green. Together they painted a masterpiece on the sidewalk and she saw it. 

I've always wondered the purpose of the little paths at the local shopping center, clean, cement-lined with lush grass and shrubs with tidy mulch skirts. They go nowhere in particular, just white little trails in between parking spaces. A burst of park like charm- all 500 feet of it. We took a stroll down that path today.

I parked our car in those spaces facing green- with purpose. My little companion suffered the ill affects of paper doll clothes making while our auto was in motion. I reminded her that it always causes discomfort. "But I just love making crafts," she said sadly and in wonderment that such projects could cause such distress to her body. 

We exited the car and made our way to the lush grass. Sitting down  together I held her on my lap and we breathed. And as the moments passed, I watched her face; pale cheeks returned to color and dull eyes brightened. It was then that she saw it- the pavement.

"A path!" she cried and jumped to her feet."Come with me on a walk!"

I hesitated, my list heavy in my pocket, She danced around and the moment beckoned all of me. A little hand slipped into mine and we walked; around the bird poop stains - I told her stories. Her laughter mingled with the honeyed air and I drank in the richness of this, here, now. 

We walked to one side and turned around. Nearly to the end of our destination-less path, we were to pass a tree- its shadow stretched across the white trail ahead. "Let's play a game,"she said all of a sudden her eyes looking down. "Only step on the light."

I had missed it, the bits of light that wove their way through the leaves and painted gold on the pavement. Grey and gold together as if splashed there. I marveled. How did I miss the radiance, see only shadow?  I stopped for a moment, my breath caught in my throat, and she tugged my arm. "Come on, mama."

We hopped across- our toes touching light. I felt it- a holy moment- where grace surrounds and life dissolves and all there is- this. The presence of God on the sidewalk in the gold tinted shade of a spring dressed tree.