My commute to school is a very rural affair...usually I encounter pheasant or wild turkeys and, of course, the prolific Indiana deer, but today the drive was so stunning it actually took my breath away. The thumbnail of a moon was gently sliding into the Western sky as the sun began it's morning journey in the East. The trees were still covered with ice from the storm two nights ago and the clouds were deep feathered blue. As the sun rays began to warm the earth, the light was caught in the trees with the most eerie, shimmering sight. I do not believe I have ever seen a sunrise such as today. I wanted to stop and just let it's beauty sink into my soul. As it was, I needed to continue the journey, but this sunrise will not be forgotten.
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens 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.