Before Christmas one year when I was a boy, my father allowed my brother and me to cut down a live tree in the nearby woods where we explored and played. There was snow on the ground and it was very cold outside. We searched until dusk and finally found the perfect tree. We cut it down and proudly proceeded home with our treasure. The sun had set and the sky was that rare pink winter color. Winter’s Evening Glow is reminiscent of those colors and snow we saw on our memorable walk home. Unforgettable!