Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, December 20, 1919

Even when it was still dark I could see that the peach tree was heavily coated with frost – a little later a yellow window appeared in the house next door -

At eight o’clock the outside world commences its day. The sun is just above the blue horizon, a red disc; the ghostly trees stand still, phantom patterns against the scarcely lighter sky; then smoke goes straight up from the cheerful chimneys; in the air is the creak of hurrying feet and the wild clamor of wagon wheels.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, December 20, 1919