Adrift

I am soothed by the rain-drops on the door-sill; every globule that pitches thus confidently from the eaves to the ground is my life insurance. - Thoreau

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Author's Note

“As surely as the sunset in my latest November shall translate me to the ethereal world, and remind me of the ruddy morning of youth; as surely as the last strain of music which falls on my decaying ear shall make age to be forgotten, or, in short, the manifold influences of nature survive during the term of our natural life, so surely my friend shall forever be my friend, and reflect a ray of God to me, and time shall foster and adorn and consecrate our friendship, no less than the ruins of temples.” - Thoreau