As we come over Hubbard's Bridge between 5 and 6 P.M., the sun getting low, a cool wind blowing up the valley, we sit a while on the rails that are destined for the new railing.
The light on the Indian hills very soft and glorious gives the idea of wonderful fertility, - hills gilded like waving grain-fields. The cliffs and woods up the stream are nearer and have more shadow and actuality about them. What a paradise to sail by!
July 5, 2015
This retired bridge is a favorite spot with me. I have witnessed many a fair sunset from it.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 5, 1851
The sun getting low
cool wind blows up the valley
and we sit a while.
cool wind blows up the valley
and we sit a while.
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