Down at work to while away the dreary hours, I enjoy my-self watching what little weather can be seen outside. The place that interests me most, is the little patch of western sky, which I can see from my position.
The second of wonderful winter days...Today was a fairy day.
The pale sun shines on the snow with a clear orange brassy color that I always associate with late February or early March-
Sunlight thru day white - blue horizon - highlights, on trees - bluebirds + robins rife with song at morning;
Freight trains echo + re-echo. a violet haze obscures sun at late afternoon
It was a perfect winter day, beautiful beyond description. The hills covered with round domes of snow, the sky a smooth flat expanse of gray, & the fine slanting snow...
Two slightly cold days. An easy wind and ceaseless sweep-away of cold blue clouds. The ground does not freeze, except at night a filmy crust. Today at times it snowed — a peculiar ghostly snow as if we imagined it.
In blizzard other day the winter and spring meet to battle - spring with the thunderstorm + rain, which winter turns to a blizzard
My conception of God has been changed – I never had any idea of the real beauty of love – I have commenced to think about immortality –
This morning was a wonderful morning. How I longed to take a trip to the woods! When it became light, I looked out I saw that everything, trees, bushes posts and wires were coated white...
A soft delicate haze has pervaded everywhere and there is an indefinite feeling of unrest in the air that makes me wild to be up and off, roaming the fields and woods.