These small waves raised by the evening wind are as remote from storm as the smooth reflecting surface. Sympathy with the fluttering alder and poplar leaves almost takes away my breath yet, like the lake, my serenity is rippled but not ruffled. The bullfrogs trump to usher in the night, and the note of the whip–poor–will is borne on the rippling wind from over the water. As I walk along the stony shore of the pond in my shirt–sleeves, though it is cool as well as cloudy and windy, and I see nothing special to attract me, all the elements are unusually congenial to me. I go and come with a strange liberty in Nature, a part of herself. This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser.
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