dont peep, teochew girl

"We walked in so pure and bright a light, gilding the withered grass and leaves, so softly and serenely bright, I thought I had never bathed in such a golden flood, without a ripple or a murmur to it. The west side of every wood and rising ground gleamed like the boundary of Elysium, and the sun on our backs seemed like a gentle herdsman driving us home at evening."

Henry David Thoreau (An excerpt from ‘Walking.’ Read the whole thing here.)

(Source: ncpr)