00675 nor see you, yet you shared all of my highest pleasures as sauntered through the piney woods pausing countless times
to absorb the blue glimpse of the lake all so heavenly clean so terrestrial yet so openly spiritual. I wish my dear dear friends
that you could share this divine day with me here. The soul of Indian summer is brooding this blue water it enters ones being
as nothing else does. Tahoe is surely not one but many as I curve around its heads bays look far out at its level sky fairly
tinted fading in pensive air I am reminded of all the mountain lakes I ever knew as if this were a kind of water heaven to
wh in margin: something cut off pers that your Berkley house was not likely to be built something cut off my mind to winter
among Yosemite rocks again but if something cut off ed better winter with you say so in another letter directed to the Valley
I will come Ever yrs John Muir