Sunny summer day. We take a train to Lincoln. Yes, the TRAIN! The TRAIN! A Special Treat for me: Riding the train... Hiking through the Forest. Theatrics of Light and Shade... And across the Farmland. Tachys in the showcase fly-overs. I stand and watch... And along Sudbury River. Moving without notice... Coming to Walden Pond. Crystal Blue Walden. Once the glacier. Today the swimmer's paradise... Looking at the blue ripples...
Perhaps on that spring morning when Adam and Eve were driven out of Eden Walden Pond was already in existence, and even then breaking up in a gentle spring rain accompanied with mist and a southerly wind, and covered with myriads of ducks and geese, which had not heard of the fall, when still such pure lakes sufficed them. Even then it had commenced to rise and fall, and had clarified its waters and colored them of the hue they now wear, and obtained a patent of Heaven to be the only Walden Pond in the world and distiller of celestial dews...
HENRY D. THOREAU, Walden
