My Beloved is the mountains,
And lonely wooded valleys,
Strange islands,
And resounding rivers,
The whistling of love-stirring breezes,
The tranquil night
At the time of rising dawn,
Silent music,
Sounding solitude,
The supper that refreshes and deepens love.
Happily we bask in this September sun which illuminates all creatures.
~ Henry David Thoreau in AUTUMN: FROM THE JOURNAL OF HENRY D. THOREAU