At the latest point of the day a dying man lays with the affections and attitude of a young boy, though the craggy landscape of his face gave his age away, and his egg-bald head spoke of a long-suffering illness, his smile shows a calm of spirit, like the ocean after the storm. His Grand Canyon-like face will remind a person of his long life of laughs and tears, his years of hardship shown clearly in his eyes, full of a passionate wildfire. His eyes showed his strength and care, the years of war left far behind. He is sick, we can see, but full of the thoughts of a Tom Sayer-like boy, full of mischief and laughter. As the day lies dying, he lies calm and flying, like an eagle on the wind, eyes set on home.