Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 18, 1941

The cold weather & wind continue unabated. Pipes below back washroom frozen – Thawed them with difficulty and the effort and irritation spoiled me from working on the Salem picture, as I had planned.

Puttering in the studio all day.

Late afternoon – walk out by the railroad – a glorious walk.  I feel good physically, and walk with energy & enjoyment – In the cottonwood grove – the wild roar of the wind in the trees – the fading sun like an incandescent ball sinking in the thick steel-gray clouds that leap up from the horizon, the first flurries of the coming blizzard whirling down over the tops of the grim-looking freight cars – I felt the presence of God in the storm –

The snow thickened as I proceeded homewards – it was pleasant to have the violence of the storm at my back, and watch the swift moving ribbons of snow rushing helter-skelter over the pavement.

Evening – all of us but Bertha to see “They Shall Have Music” at the Mercury.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 18, 1941