Charles Burchfield, Journals, January 25, 1911

These are calm peaceful days.  This morning while I was looking out over dull trees and houses, I saw a rosy pink spread over the clouded western sky, which in places looked like dabs of grey-blue paint.  I looked over to the east.  Before me spread a dull landscape of bare, lifeless trees, and grey dirty buildings; above was a wide expanse of grey-blue clouds, which were tinged with a rosy light as they neared the horizon, where a long thin streak of bright orange gold stretched across the sky; thruit the sun peeped, a transparent golden gem. As the day wore on, I detected a change.  It was getting warmer; grey clouds were banking up in the west, the air was becoming misty and smoky; the sun disappeared.

To-night I was lulled to sleep by the rain!

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 25, 1911