I awoke between midnight and dawn; the waning moon hung high in the eastern sky it seemed like a great white eye; in the grey dusk of the dull moonlight, I could see frost in the trees –
Dawn – Sweeping cloud rays radiate from SE, sky intense yellow – ground houses, trees almost a monotone of rich blue from heavy fresh –
Sun-like molten silver The whole SE a glare of white strange that no singing was
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 7-8, 1917