Day opens with a heavy frost. Early long streamers come and streaks the sky. Sunlight becomes hazy. On a walk in park at noon I note how intensely quiet it is. Spring was in the air. They are burning wood in the park - the blue smoke going up thru the sun misty trees is a rare sight and the scent – intoxicating!
Evening to Bal Masque given by Kokoon Klub. A glorious conglomeration of colors, music and merriment - when I got home and went to bed, I saw in my eye the crowd of dancers with weird fire-works - like things in the air above them.
Charles E Burchfield, Feb 19, 1915