A dream, most of which evaporated with waking. Out there remains the memory of finding two pair of beautiful moths by the side of a dark green pool. When I tried to capture them, one pair flew up, and then fell into the water, where they floated helplessly, wings stretched out flat on the water’s surface like bright colored autumn leaves – I tried to lift one out of the water, but he had a strong powerful body like a hawk-moth and wriggled away, leaving his downy scales all over my fingers.
Charles E. Burchfield, January 14, 1941