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le　in　my　thought　forever；　an　undying

part　of　happy　memories。

Between　my　experiences　and　the　experiences　of　others　there　is　no　gulf　of

mute　space　which　I　may　not　bridge。　For　I　have　endlessly　varied；

instructive　contacts　with　all　the　world；　with　life；　with　the　atmosphere

whose　radiant　activity　enfolds　us　all。　The　thrilling　energy　of　the

all…encasing　air　is　warm　and　rapturous。　Heat…waves　and　sound…waves　play

upon　my　face　in　infinite　variety　and　bination；　until　I　am　able　to

surmise　what　must　be　the　myriad　sounds　that　my　senseless　ears　have　not

heard。

The　air　varies　in　different　regions；　at　different　seasons　of　the　year；

and　even　different　hours　of　the　day。　The　odorous；　fresh　sea…breezes　are

distinct　from　the　fitful　breezes　along　river　banks；　which　are　humid　and

freighted　with　inland　smells。　The　bracing；　light；　dry　air　of　the

mountains　can　never　be　mistaken　for　the　pungent　salt　air　of　the　ocean。

The　air　of　winter　is　dense；　hard；　pressed。　In　the　spring　it　has　new

vitality。　It　is　light；　mobile；　and　laden　with　a　thousand　palpitating

odours　from　earth；　grass；　and　sprouting　leaves。　The　air　of　midsummer　is

dense；　saturated；　or　dry　and　burning；　as　if　it　came　from　a　furnace。　When

a　cool　breeze　brushes　the　sultry　stillness；　it　brings　fewer　odours　than

in　May；　and　frequently　the　odour　of　a　ing　tempest。　The　avalanche　of

coolness　which　sweeps　through　the　low…hanging　air　bears　little

resemblance　to　the　stinging　coolness　of　winter。

The　rain　of　winter　is　raw；　without　odour；　and　dismal。　The　rain　of　spring

is　brisk；　fragrant；　charged　with　life…giving　warmth。　I　wele　it

delightedly　as　it　visits　the　earth；　enriches　the　str