Sun glows dimly in a whispy macherel sky...
I often wonder why I cannot stay longer at such places, but it must be some instinct that drives me away from before the wonder of it becomes tarnished, before familiarity makes it common.
Clouds represent a far away land to the north, the sky is millions of miles beyond –
Mounted the large India ink brush tracing of “May, 9, 1917” – (I have practically solved the difficulty of mounting such large tracings, by first immersing them completely in water, then laying it on a previously arranged newspaper mat, on a large cardboard, then lifting it to the table, and smoothing it out with a large “dry” sponge).
Official VE – day – Evening – to church service at Immanuel Church E.A.
End of the signing of "complete & unconditional" surrender conditions released by one war correspondant, begins to seep thru the radio, until they are forced to admit it is over;
A windy dusk blew a rainstorm thru the leaf-spotted May trees – half of trees still bare – at the climax of the storm the cloud part to reveal the moon behind some cherry trees on a hill & a shower of petals come down
Make studies all morning. Lunch at the usual place...
I was chagrined, on arriving at the old house, to discover that someone had moved in, and that I would not have the place to my-self.
All day on “Cherry Blossom Snow” –