Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 2nd, 1915

Last night the moon hazed by snow mist, was surrounded by a weird circle, the lower half of which was lost in the density of the horizon - seemingly then like a rainbow, caused by moonlight striking snow!

Last night’s promise was fulfilled today in a wild spasmodic blizzard from out of the west.  At morning the snow was thick and soggy, but hourly the wind grew cold until at darkness the snow was star-flakes.

Again I am reading the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.  And each time they grow more wonderful.  After glympsing “The Greatest thing on Earth” they are doubly beautiful by contrast, like being transported from a soggy rainy day in the city, to a sun-shot morning in a woods.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals,  January 2, 1915