January 13, 1860

in Thoreau’s Journal:

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The surface of the snow, now that the sun has shone on it so long, is not so light and downy, almost impalpable, as it was yesterday, but is somewhat flattened down and looks even as if had had a skim-coat of whitewash. I can see sparkles on it, but they are finer than at first and therefore less dazzling.