Monday, November 22, 2010

A November day

November 22.

This is a very beautiful November day, - a cool but clear, crystalline air. It is a day to behold and to ramble over the hard (stiffening) and withered surface of the tawny earth. Every plant's down glitters with a silvery light along the Marlborough road.  A thousand bare twigs gleam like cobwebs in the sun. I rejoice in the bare, bleak, hard, and barren-looking surface of the tawny pastures, the firm outline of the hills, and the air so bracing and wholesome.


Summer is gone with all its infinite wealth, and still nature is genial to man. Still he beholds the same inaccessible beauty around him. Simply to see to a distant horizon through a clear air, - the fine outline of a distant hill or a blue mountain- top through some new vista, - this is wealth enough for one afternoon.


Though you are finger-cold toward night, and you cast a stone on to your first ice, and see the unmelted crystals under every bank, it is glorious November weather, and only November fruits are out.

November 17, 2017




H. D. Thoreau, Journal, November 22, 1860



This is a very beautiful November day . . . See May 5, 1852 ("Every part of the world is beautiful today."); May 18, 1852 ("The world can never be more beautiful than now."); August 19, 1853 ("It is a glorious and ever-memorable day."); September 18, 1860 ("If you are not happy to-day you will hardly be so to-morrow.")

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