Visitor traces

Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience primary

In a sensory, calming evening, he describes his solitude at Walden, visitors leaving flower or evergreen cards and traces, and his vast personal horizon where woods and pond feel like an independent world.

Solitude This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore. I go and come with a strange liberty in Nature, a part of herself. 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. The bullfrogs trump to usher in the nig…