To Drs. for lamp treatment – while waiting for bus - a cool brisk wind – the morning sunlight – a little reddish brown bird – a warbler, sitting in a willow tree – singing madly. (He seemed to have nothing else in the world to do a thing about but simply sing) –
On way over – “oily” mud glaring brilliantly under the March sun –
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 17, 1933