Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 30, 1936

For a walk around town about 5 P.M.  An ideal time for a town ramble is at twilight in winter—lights in houses, a few people on the streets, the snowy roofs beautifully, starkly white against the brooding leaden sky—from some chimneys, pale blue white smoke going straight up into the still air—a feeling of the whole town as belonging to me, of one big family—everyone getting supper at once—

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 30, 1936