Friday, February 29, 2008
Feathered, wakeful thoughts
Recently I came across a description that I fell in love with. Here's a bit of the passage by Henry David Thoreau:
"And now, at half-past ten o'clock, I hear the cockerels crow in Hubbard's barns, and morning is already anticipated. It is the feathered, wakeful thought in us that anticipates the following day."
It's the "feathered, wakeful thought" that I love so much. Is there a more perfect way to describe those hazy thoughts as a day of expectation draws near? This is the best I've come across.