Not less excellent, except for our less susceptibility in the afternoon, was the charm, last evening, of a January sunset.
The western clouds divided and subdivided themselves into pink flakes modulated with tints of unspeakable softness; and the air had so much life and sweetness, that it was a pain to come within doors. Was there no meaning in the live repose of the valley behind the mill, and which Homer or Shakspeare could not reform for me in words?
The long slender bars of cloud float like fishes in the sea of crimson light.
From the earth, as a shore, I look out into that silent sea.
Emerson is of the view that nature gives a human being so much; the sun, the trees, place to live and in return the man gives nothing as a result of which the balance of nature is disturbed.
It is extremely essential for a man to take himself away from the distractions of the society to understand the importance of nature and what nature has to offer. By the mutual action of its structure and of the laws of light, perspective is produced, which integrates every mass of objects, of what character soever, into a well colored and shaded globe, so that where the particular objects are mean and unaffecting, the landscape which they compose, is round and symmetrical.
But this beauty of Nature which is seen and felt as beauty, is the least part.
The shows of day, the dewy morning, the rainbow, mountains, orchards in blossom, stars, moonlight, shadows in still water, and the like, if too eagerly hunted, become shows merely, and mock us with their unreality.
The heavens change every moment, and reflect their glory or gloom on the plains beneath.
The state of the crop in the surrounding farms alters the expression of the earth from week to week.