Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 7, 1914

Nov. 7, 1914. The day opens tingle-cold and clear. Walk to work & back. On return (8:30), the sunshine is early & remote. 12:00 By Euclid to Lake-view cemetery sketching and dreaming - a strong wind. A milky blue haze fills the air, combined with the wind. Leaves fly up from the ground & with them, sparrows, in pleasing confusion as to which is which. To the east of the big mound in front of the cemetery. Start sketching but all at once, in the brown-leaved oaks at the top of the mound commences a mighty roar that becomes irresistible, so I climb up & sit down on the emerald graves to dream. The leaves - how they fly up & away over the hill. How the wind roars in my ears - the leaves crinkle noisily - the glossy grass is sun-rippled - gloss rippled grass - a mourning cloak - I let it perch on my finger & up & away it flies! Taking my consciousness with it! The warm sunshine streaming over the earth! Most trees are naked - Oaks, chestnuts & willows are yet leafy. Continue sketching while the blue wind & sunshine stream over the earth, flooding me with happiness...

Charles E. Burchfield, November 7, 1914.