Methinks the reflections are never purer and more distinct than now at the season of the fall of the leaf, just before the cool twilight has come, when the air has a finer grain. Just as our mental reflections are more distinct at this season of the year, when the evenings grow cooler and lengthen and our winter evenings with their brighter fires may be said to begin.
Henry David Thoreau - Journal of October 17, 1858.
Image: On the Park restaurant, at the corner of Union Park and Shawmut Avenue in the South End, Boston.
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