Orion..........

It is 2:30 and sleep appears to over for the night....the breeze just barely blows gently through this old house. It is not cool enough to close the windows, but not warm enough for fans either. It is a time and space of limbo....early morning cool darkness. I look out my window as I begin this day and Orion appears before in the Eastern sky...bold and bright. I cannot stop starring at it...the beauty and the wonder. In this moment I feel I hold in my heart all that has been and all that will be. Sigh.

I switch the lights on, start the coffee, and settle down to the laptop for the early morning write. Alice Hoffman once said that one day she just sat down to write and became a writer. So, I too shall sit down to write and become a writer.

Lou Ann

Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana and spends her summers on the wind swept island of Ocracoke. You can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.