Rain ceases at noon and afternoon is cold and windy with white-rifted cloud-rolls tearing out the Northern Lake. I could not concentrate my mind on my work. Once or twice I went outdoors and swelled with the cold buoyancy of the day. Leaves shooting streak-like through the air! Leaf cyclones capering in whirling course over the emerald grass! Half-naked trees wind riddled! Towards the close of school while looking out of window I was delighted to note on how the shot like wind streaked over the flattened grass, the gloss spots of the rippling blades appearing like finely sifting snow! At 3:30 through Park to room. A sleet shower wind whistled. Thence to Library afoot. I walk head high & chest out exultant in the wind.
Charles Burchfield, October 26, 1914 (Cleveland)