Thurs. December 10, 1840: I discover a strange track in the snow, and learn that some migrating otter has made across from the river to the wood, by my yard and the smith's shop, in the silence of the night,--I cannot but smile at my own wealth, when I am thus reminded that every chink and cranny of nature is full to overflowing.--That each instant is crowded full of great events.
To Practice This Thought:
Keep a notebook in which you describe the signs and wonders you observe in your immediate surroundings.
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