A restless night; awaken about every two hours; and much dreaming–only a fragment of one remains: I was taking Pal for a walk through Bentley’s Woods; I was conscious of being old and not so active anymore, so it was a marvelous delight to me that I could stride through the woods and up little hills with all the energy of my youth–
The dull spiritless weather continues – light rain at times.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, December 19, 1961