in Thoreau’s Journal:

I want to go soon and live away by the pond where I shall hear only the wind whispering among the reeds – It will be success if I shall have left myself behind. But my friends ask what I will do when I get there? Will it not be employment enough to watch the progress of the seasons?

I discovered this little hut off trail and deep in the woods near a shore of Barville Pond, Sandwich, NH on a recent snowy day. Made me think of it as a base “to watch the progress of the seasons.”