Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, February 3, 1939

Temperature around freezing, not much wind, a misty gray sky – a feeling of brooding – rumbling seems to come from the earth in all directions – starlings, with their “mimicking” calls, imitate the sounds of spring birds.

In the studio; put a temporary varnish on the new parts of the oil; mounted some paper.

Evening – To Eden, all of us to basketball game.  B & I became bored about the middle of the last game, and went out for a walk, first going to a little corner restaurant for coffee & a ham sandwich.  Eden has the charm of an old fashioned American village, and particularly so on a winter night, when the sky, tho cloudy, was luminous with the full moon behind the clouds.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, February 3, 1939