February 10, 1855

in Thoreau’s Journal:

A fine clear day— There is a glare of light from the fresh unstained surface of the snow that it pains the eyes to travel toward the sun. I go across Walden.  My shadow is very blue—

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It is especially blue when there is a bright sun light on pure white snow— It suggests that there may be something divine—something celestial in me.