Charles Burchfield, Journals, January 2, 1915

Last night the moon hazed by snow mist, was surrounded by a wierd circle, the lower half of which was lost in the density of the horizon - seemingly then like a rainbow, caused by moonlight striking snow!

Last night’s promise was fulfilled today in a wild spasmodic blizzard from out of the west. At morning the snow was 67. thick and soggy, but hourly to win cold until at darkness the snow was star flakes.

Again I am reading the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. And each time they grow more wonderful. After glint saying the greatest thing on earth they erred doubly beautiful by contrast, like being transported from the soggy rainy day in the city, to his son shot morning in a woods.

Charles Burchfield, January 2, 1915