When I arrived at my spot in the shade, two kids were waiting in the centre of the labyrinth in Trinity Square Park, each speaking words of encouragement to their father to continue following the intricate path towards them. He staid the course and met his children at the end, the middle of the labyrinth.
As they left, all three crossed the pattern they had traced with their steps on the way in. Something caused the kids, who were really almost teenagers, to stop midway. With the older sister leading, the boy and girl returned to the path of the labyrinth to reverse their way back out. Walking the labyrinth one direction seemed enough for their father. He continued to ignore the lines as he walked away.
Once out, he waited by the steps, eventually moving into the shade. His gazed was fixed on his children; I only noticed him look at his watch once. The two did not rush and when they reached the exit, both celebrated with a fist pumping dance. Their mission accomplished, they joined their dad and left the square.
Soon another young boy and his father appeared. The two ran and played together the entire length of the labyrinth. When they reached the middle, the father gently pushed the boy across the lines to exit, no reverse walk for him.
Numerous other adults, young and old, sat around the periphery of the labyrinth. None, including me, walked it. Kids encourage us grown-ups to take the time to pause, explore, and maybe even play. On this sunny July afternoon, only those with children alongside embraced the impulse to walk the twisting and turning path.