Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 22, 1915

Wet windy fall of snow all day from a loose misty sky; windward side of trees are whitened in the morning – the grass is full of white rhythms like waves, but as the day advances, it becomes warmer and the snow melts as it falls; - trees are beaded, streets glisten, while here & there a startling patch of snow.  After February’s warm days comes this charming March interlude of capricious snowstorms.  Behind these storms as if they were taking place in front of a gauze curtain, I always seem to see a sunlit sky.  This is not any sentimental “silver lining to every cloud” idea, but the air seems full of light, - that is intensified in the drops on the trees & in the wet streets –

Day opens with a grey sky but a firm elastic air & cold breeze – walks star-spotted with odd ice formations.

The day was like the opening of a moonflower, which after a few preliminary slight uncurlings suddenly opens with a spring-like pop – At noon the clouds commence to split & an occasional flutter of sunshine – at late afternoon the sun roars forth in a clear sky – the air seems full of sounds –

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 22, 1915