Thoreau's Journal: 21-Jun-1853

The warmest day yet. For the least two days I have worn nothing about my neck. This change or putting off of clothes is, methinks, as good an evidence of the increasing warmth of the weather as meteorological instruments. I thought it was hot weather perchance, when, a month ago, I slept with a window wide open and laid aside a comfortable, but by and by I found that I had got two windows open, and to-night two windows and the door are far from enough.


Casey said...

I love how I feel reading these--isn't it like Thoreau's talking to me, about "our" life? I couldn't possibly get it cool enough in my little apartment last night... the hottest night of the year so far.

Anonymous said...

I wonder what Henry would have thought of an air conditioner, or even an electric fan?