Thoreau for your Friday…

A warm spring rain in the night.

3 p.m.-Down the railroad.

Cloudy but springlike.When the frost comes out of the ground,there is a corresponding thawing of the man.Again it rains, and I turn about.The sound of water falling on the rocks and of the air falling on trees are very much alike.Though cloudy, the air excites me.Yesterday all was tight as a stricture on my breast; to-day all is loosened. It is a different element from what it was.Journal-March 9,1852.



rr pic by td-thanks for stopping by!






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