Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, December 18, 1914

Arising sleepy, the approach of the sun awakened me with its beauty. A long streak of light, as on the evening I saw Sundogs, went up into the frozen air. As I watched and sketched, I realized that this was as much a part of me as eating or sleeping. It was mine! The walk thru the park - I remembered the peculiar bluish smoke haze over the trees in the watery freshness of the air.