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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Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest, most beautiful words of all.
Henry David Thoreau
