A clear cold day. Afternoon – sun turns wet snow patches to blinding glare. In the midafternoon sunlight, it seems like a stagnant summer’s day when night never comes.
While working at school I looked out of the window and saw the brilliant orange, emerald, yellow & red house, and my heart sank to think of staying indoors.
Sunset time is romantic and reminds me of last year’s first trip to Brandywine.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 11, 1916