July 14.
If I take the same walk by moonlight an hour later or earlier in the evening, it is as good as a different one. I love the night for its novelty; it is less prophaned than the day.
The creaking of the crickets seems at the very foundation of all sound. At last I cannot tell it from a ringing in my ears. It is a sound from within, not without.
You cannot dispose of it by listening to it. In proportion as I am stilled I hear it. It reminds me that I am a denizen of the earth.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 14, 1851
I love the night for its novelty. See June 11, 1851 ("Hardly two nights are alike."); October 26, 1857.(My moods are thus periodical, not two days in my year alike.)
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