I took a walk after sunset tonight along country roads—The pale yellow & blue green afterglow lasted long—Schubert's Unfinished Symphonie [sic] went thru my mind—The night wind blew a moonlight night across the land after the last light vanished. I dreamed of my future as I went along under the black wind-clattering trees—I fought battles with imaginary critics & grew scornful—
Charles Burchfield, July 19, 1915