What Is That?

Yesterday, as I walked into the faculty room to fill up my glass of ice water, someone (Sara) pointed at the window and asked, "Lori, what is that?" At the moment all I saw was that she was pointing outside in the direction of the flag pole, so I answered, "That flag?" thinking this was some sort of a test. She laughed and said, "No, that!" Since I wasn't near the window yet, and still knowing how she likes to test me, the obvious answer was "The sun?" Especially since the sun has not been shining in the past month! Again, more laughter...."No....That!" By then I was over to the window and saw what she was pointing toward. There, in the sky, was the biggest, brightest sun-dog I have ever seen! I hurried to my room to get my camera (which was a wonderful Christmas gifts because it is small and I can have it with me for moments such as this). I stepped outside my classroom and got a few really good pictures of it.



When I was younger I was taught to love looking at the sky, especially at all the wonders there. I remember many summer nights sleeping outside on the ground in "the hole" and Dad showing us the constellations, watching for falling stars, and wishing on the first star of the evening. Dad always laid there with us and told us stories about the Big Dipper and the moon. I loved those times. When I saw an especially pretty moon-rise, or a beautiful sunset, I would call Dad and tell him to go outside and look in the skies. A rainbow would always bring a phone call. I wanted so much to be able to call him yesterday and tell him to look through his front window and see what I was seeing. Perhaps he was able to see it anyway. I want to think that it was bigger and brighter than usual, and that I had friends to point it out to me, just so I know that he is thinking of me.

Thanks, Dad, for taking the time so many years ago, to teach me the wonders of the sky, so I can appreciate what my Father in Heaven has created. I will think of you every time I see something special in the sky.