First wakening – blinding fast quarter moon in a black sky; next the red horizon fading upwards; and lastly the white sun flooding the frost-coated earth... The melted frost in the frothy sun, sparkles and [turns] the jagged turf whitish; robins are the songsters. Returning from school the brilliant morning sunshine flooding the trees... I think how the day should be spent afield. Again to I long for absolute solitude.
Charles E. Burchfield, April 8, 1915