November 15.
After yesterday's clear, windy weather we have to-day less wind and much haze. It is Indian-summer-like. The river has risen yet higher than last night, so that I cut across Hubbard's meadow with ease. Take up a witch-hazel with still some fresh blossoms.
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| November 15, 2013 |
After yesterday's clear, windy weather we have to-day less wind and much haze. It is Indian-summer-like. The river has risen yet higher than last night, so that I cut across Hubbard's meadow with ease. Take up a witch-hazel with still some fresh blossoms.
At sundown,
on the water, I hear come booming up the river what I suppose is the sound of
cannon fired in Lowell to celebrate the Whig victory, the voting down the new
Constitution. Perchance no one else in Concord hears them, and it is remarkable
that I hear them, who is only interested in the natural phenomenon of sound
borne far over water.
Just after sundown, the waters become suddenly smooth, and the clear yellow light of the western sky is handsomely reflected in the water, making it doubly light to me on the water, diffusing light from below as well as above.
Just after sundown, the waters become suddenly smooth, and the clear yellow light of the western sky is handsomely reflected in the water, making it doubly light to me on the water, diffusing light from below as well as above.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, November 15, 1853
The clear yellow light of the western sky . . .reflected in the water . . . See November 15, 1859 ("The clouds were never more fairly reflected in the water than now,. . .")
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