A.M – a wonderful heavy frost – even the tops of trees coated thickly –
P.M – To New Albany sketching
Albany – a strange combination Its red chimneys – the noisy brook below recalling of a time before Spring sensations – a windmills strident squeak at regular intervals, which a hog answered by more hideous squeals from somebody’s front yard – the old childhood sensation of North – of sad late summer afternoons – afar to the purple east a train rumbles deeply –
Home in the violet dusk by the Egypt road – The Star –
Charles E. Burchfield, November 4, 1917