Thoreau writes in his journal:
At sundown to Walden. Standing on the middle of Walden I see with perfect distinctness the form and outlines of the low hills which surround it, though they are wooded, because they are quite white, being covered with snow, while the woods are for the most part bare or very thin-leaved . . . C. [William Ellery Channing] says the winter is the sabbath of the year . . .
