Charles Burchfield, Journals, January 2, 1915

Last night the moon hazed by snow mist, was surrounded by a weird circle, the lower half of which was lost in the density of the horizon—seemingly thin 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 the wind 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 glympsing [sic] “The Greatest thing on Earth” they are doubly beautiful by contrast, like being transported from the soggy rainy day in the city, to a sun-shot morning in a woods.
Charles Burchfield, January 2, 1915