Yesterday afternoon, Philip and I bundled up for the beach. We wore scarves and winter jackets, although it was not quite that cold and not as windy as the day before. Philip commented on how crowded the beach was, but I did not seem to mind the two folks we passed as we strolled our half hour walk. The water was smooth and inviting with the winter colors of gray and dark blue clearly evident.
We talked about shadows as we walked, they were so prominent in the late afternoon. As we were about to leave and ascend the ramp, we noticed a sand angel. She was perfectly formed and looked as if a friend had helped her up so that she wouldn't smear. It was a nice ending to a lovely walk, and a little like home.
As an added note, we stopped by the Post Office on the way home to gather mail. We were there close to 45 minutes as neighbors just visited on the steps sharing local gossip!
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.