The year is but a succession of days,
and I see that I could assign some office to each day
which, summed up, would be the history of the year.
Henry Thoreau, August 24, 1852
across the dusky lake
the voice of a loon
penetrates lost time.
the voice of a loon
penetrates lost time.
June 24, 2002
Zphx
June 24, 2012
What could a man learn by watching the clouds? They are among the most glorious objects in nature. They are the flitting sails in that ocean whose bounds no man has visited.
A sky without clouds –
a meadow without flowers
a sea without sails.
If you make the least correct
observation of nature this year,
you will have occasion to repeat it
with illustrations the next,
and the season and life itself is prolonged.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, June 24
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau"A book, each page written in its own season,out-of-doors, in its own locality."
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2022
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