Thoreau writes in his journal:
A moderate northerly wind and pleasant, clear day. There is a slight rustle from the withered pontederia . . .
We have a cool, white sunset, Novemberish, and no redness to warm our thoughts . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
A moderate northerly wind and pleasant, clear day. There is a slight rustle from the withered pontederia . . .
We have a cool, white sunset, Novemberish, and no redness to warm our thoughts . . .