A silver dense morning. Sun a dim glow - the dark grey sky made it appear as moonlight. It is another world. The year is decaying with a smile - November - a final flicker of sunlight preceding Decembers glowing ashes, Leafy ground mist dampened.
A fairy day. Sun at noon barely casts shadow. Trees mostly bare - wriggling shapes against the sky. A grey motionless silence on the earth as if nature is going rest with her eyes open. Bailey & I thruPark at 3:30. Sun gone. Sky thick & violet. At night a cozy wind shrieks by the window.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 12, 1914