Last night just before going to bed, my mind was full of regrets & doubts and I thought I would have difficulty in going peacefully to sleep. The moment however my head had touched the pillow and I closed my eyes a wonderful thing happened. I was at once transported to the Post’s Ridge with the Dutchman’s close before my eyes. The like of the vision I saw I can only liken to a sunstorm; as tho sunshine was being blown, like snow, by the wind. In a whirling mass it glittered thru the trees, sometimes indeed appearing like snow, and again like water gliding down tree trunks in a blinding stream. The trees foliage was whirled and became a part of the “storm,” next the fields began to shift in a circling motion, but always was that whirling of the sunshine. All at once the air was full of birds, inflated with sunshine, flying not as regular birds but in the same spiral-like whirl with the sunshine. It was the most wonderful thing I ever saw. I fell asleep seeing it. Even now I can see it in my inward eye.
A perfect September day. Cloudless sky. Wind from S.E. fresh and cool.
Noon sunlight in September! We do not notice the sun when it is in the same latitude in spring as [there] are no trees to reflect it. One has the feeling of criminal neglect by working on these days. The ideal pursuit is to sit on the sunny side of a hill and dream & speculate.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, September 14, 1914