As I look over the pond and hear the leaves crush under my feet. Nothing but silence and cold air fills my lungs. Not even the birds making a sound, for it is too late into the cold hibernation. I have been to this spot before but has I like back it never feels like this. Maybe it is because there are not people around me laughing and playing in the sand, but rather a state of tranquility. That must be a factor but the real reason in my mind is the reading of walden. Reading Thoreau's writing really enlightened me to the beauty of this place.