“Methinks the reflections are never purer
and more distinct than now at the season
of the fall of the leaf, just before the cool twilight has come,
when the air has a finer grain.
Just as our mental reflections are more distinct
at this season of the year,
when evenings grow cool and lengthen
and our winter evenings with their brighter fires
may be said to begin.”
~ Henry David Thoreau, Journal : 17 October 1858.
Showing posts with label landscape. Show all posts
Showing posts with label landscape. Show all posts
Saturday, September 24, 2011
early autumn
Labels:
Autumn,
Henry David Thoreau,
landscape,
time,
transformation,
typecast,
typewriting,
writing
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