A dream – Lying in bed in my childhood room at Salem. It’s about 2 or 3 o’clock in the morning. The door opens and in steps a young man in a sailor’s uniform...
"...The clouds, yellow and grey were now moving slowly across the light blue sky; and the sun was sinking into the west,.. Robins were singing and sparrows chattering..."
How good it was to be out in the open again! I made little excursions up and down the creek, and up on the high earth bank to the south –
It had rained all night & all day—I went out over the loose spongy earth—the rain increased in fury—a flock of blackbirds in a meadow were chattering with a melodious cheerfulness—I felt how sacredly wonderful the rain was,
We all assembled at the piano and sang - new songs, old songs, 'old gems,' love songs, mushy songs, soft songs, silly songs and grand opera until very late.
Sitting by the roaring rapids, that glitter white in the sunlight—
P.M. To Lafayette Hotel, Buffalo - jury for High School art contest -
A beautiful mild day—I felt I ought to go out but cannot bring myself to—I am not yet mentally ready—Odd jobs about Studio...
"This morning I thought the robins outdoors had gone mad; for a long time they sang or sent their shrill cries thru the air; it certainly made me mad with delight to hear them..."