How refreshing the
clear cold air is, after the summer-like fogs and rains we have had! I love the
cold; the northern air is strengthening; it has the breath of the hills in it,
the glow of Auroral lights, and the purity of the eternal snows. There is little
of the south in my nature; the north is my home; Italy and the tropics will do
for dream excursions; I should long for the sweeping winds of the hillsides, if
I were there.
SOURCE: Daniel
Dulany Addison, Lucy Larcom: Life, Letters, and Diary, p. 108
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