Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 15, 1945

Two days ago, the sun, for the first time this winter, gave promise of the power and splendor it will have later in the season. A blinding glare in the watery pale blue southern sky, it sent forth enough heat to melt the surface of the snow in little waved recess, altho the day was bitterly cold. To the yearning imagination, this may be called the first hint of spring. Sparrow hawk at corner of garage.

Charles E. Burchfield, January 15, 1945