As i walk along the stony shore of the pond in my shirt-sleeves, though it is cool as well as cloudy and windy, and i see nothing special to attract me, all the elements are unusually congenial to me. the bullfrogs trump to usher in the night, and the note of the whip-poor-will is borne on the rippling wind from over the water. sympathy with the fluttering alder and poplar leaves almost takes away my breath; yet, like the lake, my serenity is rippled but not ruffled. these small waves raised by the evening wind are as remote from storm as the smooth reflecting surface. —walden, henry david thoreau
write two to three sentences that describe thoreau’s viewpoint in this passage.