A Mind of Winter

It is invigorating to breathe the cleansed air. Its greater fineness and purity are visible to the eye, and we would fain stay out long and late, that the gales may sigh through us, too, as through the leafless trees, and fit us for the winter -- as if we hoped so to borrow some pure and steadfast virtue, which will stead us in all seasons.

 

-- Henry David Thoreau

 

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