A smooth, glassy mirror, reflecting the light sky and the dark and shady woods.

June 11.

To Framingham with Mrs. Brown. All day cloudy and cool without rain. At twelve walk up the Sudbury River above Frank's to Ashland, at first through the meadows, then over the high hills in the vicinity. From a high hill on the west of the river, about a mile from Frank's, get a good view of Farm Pond eastward, which empties into the river, with South Framingham on the south east side of it. I do not instantly detect it, the dark hills and trees being reflected in it. 

June 11, 2019

How agreeable in a still, cloudy day, when large masses of clouds, equally dispersed, float across the sky, not threatening rain, but preserving a temperate air, to see a sheet of water thus revealed by its reflections, a smooth, glassy mirror, reflecting the light sky and the dark and shady woods. It is very much like a mirage.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, June 11, 1854

A sheet of water thus revealed by its reflections, a smooth, glassy mirror, reflecting the light sky and the dark and shady woods. See August 6, 1860 ("We distinguish the reflections of the woods perfectly in ponds three miles off.") See also note to August 4, 1852 ("A pleasant time to behold a small lake in the woods is in the intervals of a gentle rain-storm at this season, when the air and water are perfectly still, but the sky still overcast.")

June 11. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, June 11

Smooth glassy mirror

reflecting the light sky and

the dark shady woods

A sheet of water 

revealed by its reflections 

much like a mirage.

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau,  A smooth glassy mirror

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau,

 "A book, each page written in its own season, 

out-of-doors, in its own locality."

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