Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, December 2, 1930

Dec. 2 –

          A bitterly cold night – I could not sleep for the cold, nor could I warm myself with more cover – I lay cramped, filled with pessimistic thoughts about my life and work –
         The mood persisted all day, but at evening I took a walk – a sullen orange opening in the dark leaden sky to the southwest, against it the  jet black infirmary and the elms – the wind is now out of the south, and sends the snow back from where it came last night – 

Charles E. Burchfield, December 2, 1930