A buoyant winter day—
Big masses of ragged clouds float across vivid emerald and cerulian(sic) skies the sun fills the air with blindness; on sunny sides of houses there is a busy dripping of icicles—
At dusk, snow falls in the busy street; hustling figures past yellow windows, a sleighbell’s jingle strikes the ear—
Charles Burchfield, December 17, 1919