Day opens cloudy and grey with a wind from the south. By noon, as I go to lunch a fine drizzle falling blown by the wind like snow. Rain all afternoon and fitful wind brushing thru the wet-glistened trees - a fall scene - these trees waving against the dull grey sky. It seems our hike must be postponed.
I have no fear of any dogma, but I do fear myself.
Charles E. Burchfield,Journals,October 24, 1914