Thoreau's Journal: 22-Nov-1860

You walk fast and far, and every apple left out is grateful yo your invigorated taste. You enjoy not only the bracing coolness, but all the heat and sunlight that there is, reflected back to you from earth. The sandy road itself, lit by the November sun, is beautiful. Shrub oaks and young oaks generally, and hazel bushed and other hardy shrubs, now more or less bare, are your companions, as if it were an iron age, yet in simplicity, innocence, and strength a golden one.

1 comment:

Cathy said...

I am astounded again and again by the poetry in these journals. I just walked the edge of woods and wondered what words could describe the experience - and here they are - as only Thoreau could mangae it.