We have to-night a bright warm sunset after a cool gray afternoon.

October 22.

October 22, 2020

When I approach the pond over Heywood's Peak, I disturb a hawk on a white pine by the water watching for his prey, with long, narrow, sharp wings and a white belly. He flies slowly across the pond somewhat like a gull. He is the more picturesque object against the woods or water for being white beneath.

October 22, 2018

We have to-night a bright warm sunset after a cool gray afternoon, lighting up the green pines at the northeast end of the pond; every yellow leaf of birch or aspen or hickory is doubly bright, and, looking over the forest on Pine Hill, I can hardly tell which trees are lit up by the sunshine and which are the yellow chestnut-tops.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, October 22, 1852

A hawk on a white pine by the water watching for his prey, with long, narrow, sharp wings. See October 22, 1859 (“A marsh hawk sails over Fair Haven Hill”); October 22, 1857 (“A small hawk — pigeon or sparrow - glides along and alights on an elm. ”); October 22, 1855 (“Suddenly a pigeon hawk dashes over the bank very low and within a rod of me .”)

We have to-night a bright warm sunset after a cool gray afternoon, lighting up the green pines at the northeast end of the pond; See October 22, 1854 ("t was a beautiful evening, and a clear amber sunset lit up all the eastern shores") See also October 28, 1852 ("The clouds lift in the west . . . Suddenly the light of the setting sun yellows and warms all the landscape.");  October 28, 1857 ("All at once a low-slanted glade of sunlight from one of heaven’s west windows behind me fell on the bare gray maples, lighting them up with an incredibly intense and pure white light;"); October 31, 1858 ("Looking off just before sunset, when all other trees visible for miles around are reddish or green, I distinguish my new acquaintance by its yellow color"); August 31, 1852 ("The evening of the year is colored like the sunset."); November 14, 1853 ("October is the month of painted leaves, . . .it is the sunset month of the year, when the earth is painted like the sunset sky. . . .This light fades into the clear, white, leafless twilight of November, and what ever more glowing sunset or Indian summer we have then is the afterglow of the year.”)

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