Deviating From The Path

Yesterday we went to one of my favorite houses in town.

Happy Little House

Happy Little House

It’s a happy little house that lives on a bike trail.  This house discriminates against no one.  And it accessible to all.   I sat on a bench just to sit and look at it.

A runner approaches.  As she approaches and passes we have a brief but meaningful conversation.  She has never seen this before.  Which says she has never been at this end of the trail, at least since it’s construction the last couple of years.  She runs past to go to the end of the trail.   Just a wee jog from where I sat.  Still looking at the happy house.  She turned around and came back and deviated off of her running course to run up the ramp.  I hollered at  her to make sure to run across the swinging bridge.  She hollered back asking where it was.  I hollered at Husband who was already in the happy house to show her.  He directs her.   I could hear her exclaim in childlike joy.  She ran out of the bridge, and circled back around to run over it again.

She ran back towards me with a smile on her face.   “Worth it wasn’t it?”   I asked.

The smile on her face answered well before her words did.

And then I sat there and watched her run away.

Seems like a silly thing, but she amazed me.

I watched her run away and thought back to all of the bike trails, runs, walks, drives through places unknown.  Or even places I was familiar with.  Places I went to for a purpose.  To ride that predetermined number of miles.  To run those little miles that take me out and back.   To get to point B from the point where I started.   How many times did I pass something and think “oh I should….”  or “oh man that looks interesting….”.

But I never deviated from the path I was on.

I’m not saying I never have.  But when I watched her run up the ramp, circle around, and around again to run across a three foot span of “swing bridge” that is safety equipped and doesn’t really swing yet still managed to put a happy smile on her face I couldn’t help but wonder.

How many little moments of awe or inspiration or childlike joy have I missed?

Because I didn’t deviate from the path.

I think I might try a little deviance today.