Indian Summer Sunset

An Indian summer sunset is the warm, loving smile of a very old man. Through his twinkling eyes, the colors of fall reveal their greatest glory. His smile brims with desire from the summers he's known, yet shows no regrets for where they've gone.

An autumn sky glowing with color and lasting warmth is the kindness of a very old man. Shimmering in the lines of his face is a landscape lit with passion and wisdom.His peaceful smile reflects a heart filled with thanks and knowledge made of substance.

The magic treasure found on a rare fall day is the generous nature of a very old man. With admiring eyes and lips, he sips on beauty, feeling the buzz of an afternoon cocktail. His face gleams in approval with an expression most grateful.

The calm surprise of a late, autumn day is the gratitude of a very old man. His generous grin absorbs its beauty, while he repays nature with his lasting joy. Indian summer's smiling grace is the reflection of thanks on an old man's face.

When the sun falls low, October's breath chills the air and the soul of a very old man stirs. Like so many leaves still grasping to the trees, he has so many breaths. Whether he will see the return of such a season, he clings to hope for another reason.

When a very old man's thoughts turn from the earth's orange horizon to his creator, his heart tingles with anticipation. He silently wonders, is it of no surprise that he saved his most beautiful work for last?' The sun replies with a sky of unearthly colors, and his hopeful eyes agree. An Indian Summer Sunset is but a glimpse of what's to be.