Walking up the chemin de service, or tractor trail early this morning, I glance back over my left shoulder and grind to a halt in awe. The barn is completely engulfed in a divine spotlight, the shimmering early morning sun framing it perfectly.

“This is just too much Slaine. Come on, I have to go back and get the camera” But she wants nothing to do with my serendipity and digs in her heels as only an Irish can. “Vite, Vite, Slaine, please!” But NO GO!

After some serious bribery in the form of promised cookies, we turn around and I go back and grab the camera. By the time this mini drama has ended, a good 7-10 minutes have elapsed. And when I reach what I thought was again the pinnacle of divinity, I can’t find the exact spot. And of course, the illusive magical light has shifted.

At first I am frustrated. Then I realize, no matter. I saw it. I felt it. I was in the moment and present for the gift, glorious and fleeting, but so memorable.

(originally written 3 April, 2006)