The second of wonderful winter days. It has been snowing since the morning of the l9th — then great, square-shaped soggy lumps from the east; developed gradually by today in a thick shower of feathery bunches of star-flakes.
Growing stale is not so much in forgetting ideas but in losing the youthful vigor to consider them worth dying for—
The January thaw. Thick almost impenetrable fog - The pores of the earth seem to open and exude a chill dampness into the sodden air - The ice in the creek breaking up, but no real flood water yet -
is a day on which we see sparrows in swooping flight & hear coal being put in cellars; - sour yellows & browns come out intensely on houses, all markings on snow are grey
The second of clear crisp sunshiny days – the sunlight brilliant, the sky a fathomless blue, and the air full of a tang that suggests sap-running...
"P.M. By train to Cleveland...The woods along the railroad have become a part of me..."
A bitterly cold day; the wind groans at us like a dog at an old bone in a barren field.
The January gale is abroad again today – At noon the sun shines from a cold blue sky; icy roofs glow like rectangular suns; here and there a bit of ice left on the trees shines like a star —
The whistles roaring are far away. How the wind tears smoke away from chimneys – it does not know where to go —
The January gale is abroad again today – at noon the sun shines from a cold blue sky; icy roofs glow like rectangular suns; here and there a bit of ice left on the trees shines like a star – The whistles roaring are far away. How the wind tears smoke away from chimneys – it dares not know where to go –
That exciting moment when one has a meeting hour at evening with his loved one; in the spring how the buildings & trees look at such a time –