November Mist

by Henry David Thoreau

Another drizzling day, — as fine a mist as can fall...

My thoughts are concentrated; I am all compact.

The solitude is real, too, for the weather keeps other men at home. This mist is like a roof and walls over and around, and I walk with a domestic feeling...
The world and my life are simplified.

What now of Europe and Asia ?   

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