Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, September 1, 1916

All at once I thought of how in winter, the east wind blows at the wierd (sic) dusk, and saw myself wandering alone in the fields, looking far away over the low hills to that mysterious light east where lay the strange land.

Last night I had a dream during which a heavy frost had formed on trees during the day, and at the end the sun came forth in a sudden flash placing silhouettes of trees against the dk east, whose trunks were vivid white, & the limbs bluish white.

-Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, Sept 1, 1916