Charles Burchfield, Journals, September 15, 1913

Monday Sept. 15, 1913

Chatter of sparrows, heard just as the first light of dawn was coming, sounds like a large stream of falling water striking a pavement.

Nature, having given us a sip of her perfect weather, is now brewing for us a draught that will not perhaps be so pleasing but without which the former would not be so pleasing. Yesterday’s cold wind from the east has become chilly and laden with moisture. Early in the morning wisps of clouds commenced to come, and all day they gathered, later becoming more dappled, and at sunset they disappeared. Sunset was colorless.

Today’s charm lies in to-night’s moon. Moon to begin with was in the full. It was very bright and white. Closely clasping it was a small ring of pale yellow, a little further away was a slightly larger ring, which, tho very pale, rivaled a rainbow in colors, of which there were many delicate elusive tints. Then far out, embracing a large portion of the misty sky was a larger ring, of pale white, so delicate it was almost invisible. Wind was strong and cool, and blew the darkish trees in a charming manner. Did the wind come thru those rings?  Since it was so soft and whispery and charming that I believe it must have. And an each spasmodic puff came down, it sifted the moonlight down to earthlike sand.

Events:

Joe’s Birthday.

Louise and Ben Tracy, Joe, Frances, Ephie Bill and I went to the “After dance.”  Crowd was too large and rather rough.

Charles E. Burchfield, September 15, 1913