Thoreau writes in his journal:
We have now the scenery of winter, though the snow is but an inch or two deep . . .
Ah, who can tell the serenity and clarity of a New England winter sunset? This could not be till the cold and the snow came. . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
We have now the scenery of winter, though the snow is but an inch or two deep . . .
Ah, who can tell the serenity and clarity of a New England winter sunset? This could not be till the cold and the snow came. . . .