“As we hypnotically watch the steadily diminishing reserve of sand in life's hourglass, the instincts of a miser surface. Life is now… — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
“Time remorselessly rambles down the corridors and streets of our lives. but it is not until autumn that most of us become… — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
“With age, gone are the forevers of youth. Gone is the willingness to procrastinate, delay, to play the waiting game. Now each… — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
“There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.” — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
“As we hypnotically watch the steadily diminishing reserve of sand in life's hourglass, the instincts of a miser surface. Life is now savored, sipped… — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
“Time remorselessly rambles down the corridors and streets of our lives. but it is not until autumn that most of us become aware that… — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
“With age, gone are the forevers of youth. Gone is the willingness to procrastinate, delay, to play the waiting game. Now each day is… — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
“There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why… — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
“There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.” — Joe L. Wheeler Copy Share Image
