Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, October 9, 1914

 A misty loose-blown morning. I anticipate rain, but early. The wind from the southeast driving sunshine before it splits the clouds. On way to school, when sky overcast, the yellow maple leaves matting the earth seem as pieces of sunshine left over from yesterday. Some trees almost bare, others rich-colored, others bright green. There are little nooks where all is green yet.