Charles Burchfield, Journals, November 22, 1917

A cold damp lovely morning – intensely brilliant horizon sky; tops & edges of all things jet black & vibrating – Noon – scatters rain – silvery glittering house roofs – a wet chimney one side lit up from light space in sky – a strange sensation of far off. Dusk pours down – early the rain turns to wet snow – fearful black under eaves – howling of wind in the black evil night.

Charles Burchfield, November 22, 1917