2.05.2005

Thoreau's Journal: 5-Feb-1853

A thick fog. The trees and woods look well through it. You are inclined to walk in the woods for objects. They are draped with mist, and you hear the sound of it dripping from them. It is a lichen day. Not a bit of rotten wood lies on the dead leaves, but it is covered with fresh, green cup lichens, etc., etc. All the world seems a great lichen and to grow like one to-day,—a sudden humid growth.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

a lichen day indeed. not quite what i would call humid here -- 150 years and some miles down the road -- but "abundant sunshine" as the weather prophets said yesterday, so i too will go walking in the woods for objects, listening for the invisible mist...