Tuesday, March 10, 2020


Fresh Air

Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), The Maine Woods (New York: Penguin Books, 1988), p. 140 (Chesuncook):
It is surprising with what impunity and comfort one who has always lain in a warm bed in a close apartment, and studiously avoided drafts of air, can lie down on the ground without a shelter, roll himself in a blanket, and sleep before a fire, in a frosty, autumn night, just after a long rain-storm, and even come soon to enjoy and value the fresh air.
Related post: Camping Out.

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