I awoke early enough to see the sunrise. It startled me half out of bed. Away from the horizon was a long cloud bar, flaming salmon in color, against a blue-green sky. Did I awake just for that? / The day stealthily developed towards rain: by noon, the sun a glow almost shadowless; by evening, sky grey merging with the earth and a portentous wind whistling in the weird trees; Now the rattle of rain on the panes and the roaring moan of the wind.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 16, 1915