in Thoreau’s Journal:

It is a bright, clear, warm November day. I feel blessed. I love my life. I warm toward all nature. The woods are now much more open than when I last observed them; the leaves have fallen, and they let in light, and I see the sky through them as through a crow’s wing in every direction.

Photo: November 1, 2016 on the Buzzell Ridge, Sandwich, New Hampshire