Glimmer

It's tropical storm season in New York. Not real tropical storms, they are far off, but the rain from the systems are hitting New York and it's quite rainy. I love rain but my roofer friend can't work in it.

On a long walk yesterday, I heard the crickets and thought about that article I posted recently.

Then I read about glimmer, which is the opposite of a trigger, when you see something nice that you like. In a way crickets are a glimmer for me now. I think most psychology is "no shit sherlock" but I do like adding in new words.

Tomorrow in Thoreau’s journal he helped a runaway slave in 1851.

This woman's video about the 6 books that made her want to study literature. The 3rd book is Walden. She reads The Inward Morning: 

Packed in my mind lie all the clothes
   Which outward nature wears,
And in its fashion’s hourly change
    It all things else repairs.

In vain I look for change abroad,
    And can no difference find,
Till some new ray of peace uncalled
    Illumes my inmost mind.

What is it gilds the trees and clouds,
    And paints the heavens so gay,
But yonder fast-abiding light
    With its unchanging ray?

Lo, when the sun streams through the wood,
    Upon a winter’s morn,
Where’er his silent beams intrude
    The murky night is gone.

How could the patient pine have known
    The morning breeze would come,
Or humble flowers anticipate
    The insect’s noonday hum,—

Till the new light with morning cheer
    From far streamed through the aisles,
And nimbly told the forest trees
    For many stretching miles?

I’ve heard within my inmost soul
    Such cheerful morning news,
In the horizon of my mind
    Have seen such orient hues,

As in the twilight of the dawn,
    When the first birds awake,
Are heard within some silent wood,
    Where they the small twigs break,

Or in the eastern skies are seen,
    Before the sun appears,
The harbingers of summer heats
    Which from afar he bears.