November 8.
A quite warm and foggy morning. I can sit with my window open and no fire. Much warmer than this time last year.
Though there is quite a fog over the river and doubtful weather behind, the reflection of the wool-grass, etc., is quite distinct, the reflection from the fog or mist making the water light for a background.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, November 8, 1855
I can sit with my window open and no fire. Much warmer than this time last year. See October 26, 1854 ("As warm as summer. Cannot wear a thick coat. Sit with windows open."); October 31, 1854 ("W]e have had remarkably warm and pleasant Indian summer, with frequent frosts in the morning. Sat with open window for a week."); October 21, 1855 ("I sit with an open window, it is so warm."); October 10, 1856 ("This afternoon it is 80°, . . . I lie with window wide open under a single sheet most of the night").
New and collected mind-prints. by Zphx. Following H.D.Thoreau 170 years ago today. Seasons are in me. My moods periodical -- no two days alike.
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