INDIAN SUMMER -

From his pipe the smoke ascending
Filled the sky with haze and vapor,
Filled the air with dreamy softness,
Gave a twinkle to the water,
Touched the rugged hills with smoothness,
Brought the tender Indian Summer
To the melancholy north-land,
In the dreary Moon of Snow-shoes.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hiawatha 1855

We get to enjoy a bit of Indian Summer this week with warmer, milder temps, vibrant azure blue sky with no clouds and unrestrained sunshine.
It is both beautiful and glorious. A gift of grace to savor, which I will.