Thoreau again..

From today’s edition of thoreau_blog

This is a very mild, melting winter day, but clear and bright, yet I see the blue shadows on the snow at Walden. The snow lies very level there, about ten inches deep, and for the most part bears me as I go across with my hatchet. I think I never saw a more elysian blue than my shadow. I am turned into a tall blue Persian from my cap to my boots, such as no mortal dye can produce, with an amethystine hatchet in my hand. I am in rapture at my own shadow. What if the substance were of as ethereal a nature?

Gorgeousness. How easily expressed.

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Posted on January 19, 2006, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. aaahhhhh….walden….
    that most delectable of books, yet one of the few i haven’t finished…Almost as if the mind does not want to savour it all at one shot..
    I know a couple of friends who felt the same way…

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