Night clear and starry.
Tho evening spent riotously at King’s all of that falls away from my mind and only the impression of the afternoon remains.
I find that I am extremely absentminded on all things except those which I love — art, nature & music. I may walk along a street & see no one; but let a sparrow dart down from a building in pursuit of a moth, tho it be a little to one side & behind me, I see it. Whole conversations may go on without my ear catching a word. – The chewink cannot step on a leaf but what I hear it.
Charles E. Burchfield, August 29, 1914