Paris - A Noon's Alley

There is a path behind the Cathedral of Notre Dame
that exists only on clear cloudless noons.
When the leaves of the horsechesnuts are at its shadiest,
a stream of sunlight is shaped by its hands
and it falls on the sand.

The path quivers in the wind,
disappears under the clouds.
Walk only on this light, and at its end,
you will find a different world than where you began.




So goes the story of the path in my imagination. People often talk about paths under the moonlight, but how about those created by the sunlight? Can it be just romantic, a secret walk in broad daylight?
I think it would make a nice material for a children's book one day, so I made sketch: perhaps the two children are using the momentary path of sunlight to reach another world... or perhaps just another playground.