Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 22, 1915

Wet windy fall of snow all day from a loose misty sky; windward side of trees are whitened in the morning – the grass is full of white rhythms like waves, but as the day advances, it becomes warmer and the snow melts as it falls; - trees are beaded, streets glisten, while here & there a startling patch of snow.

After February’s warm days comes this charming March interlude of capricious snow-storms. Behind these storms as if they were taking place in front of a gauze curtain, I always seem to see a sunlit sky. This is not any sentimental “silver lining to every cloud” idea, but the air seems full of light, - that is intensified in the drops on the trees & in the wet streets –

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 22, 1915