Aug. 5, 2014
A mild and humid early morning. Shafts of sunlight glow through the haze. The streets are bordered, and in some stretches topped, by a great lushness, except that some leaves in the trees are starting to wilt and fall off because of summer fatigue. I wonder how late most of the leaves will stay on their trees this fall, which some forecasters say will be warmer than average. Indian summer until well into December?
The best thing about walking in the early morning, besides the freshness of the air, is the absence of people -- that near-constant source of trouble and weariness. If only we could all live from time to time in a cabin at Walden Pond, of course with such nearby friends as the Emersons to mooch off .
