September 11.
Cool weather. Sit with windows shut, and many by fires. A great change since the 6th, when the heat was so oppressive. The air has got an autumnal coolness which it will not get rid of again. Signs of frost last night in M. Miles's cleared swamp. Potato vines black.
In a stubble-field, I go through a very fine, diffusely branching grass now going to seed, which is like a reddish mist to my eyes, two feet deep, and trembling around me.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, September 11, 1853
A great change since the 6th, when the heat was so oppressive. The air has got an autumnal coolness which it will not get rid of again. See note to September 11, 1854 ("The first . . . decidedly autumnal evening. It makes us think of wood for the winter. ")
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