Charles E. Burchfield, Journals , December 15, 1914
Wednesday, Dec 15, 2021
There was a wind today! It was my ideal wind - not a steady rush of air, but a spasmodic or spontaneous outbursts, in great swooping circles. - I could watch its course in the frantic tree- branches. I spent an hour or so carrying out the ashes from the furnace - and thus I got the wind anew at each trip. The sky was wierd (sic)- it was light at the horizon, against which glittered the trees, the small sky areas sparkling like stars thru the network of branches; and black at the zenith.
The wind invited to a fields ramble. But I was held at home by various duties.