Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

rather sordid after all, in spite of all our beliefs to the con­trary. But to one who has fought hard against this tendency, what a boon is the first cold day, bringing with it as it does - energy and hope!  Nothing will help along tottering ideals more than hopeful vigor and energy. And with these comes romance. Winter was made for hard earnest working; spring was made for love-making; summer for play time; while autumn, was for romance.

     Romance not in the sense of love – that is left to Spring, but rather as it pertains to other things. Every little act, or thought, sight or incident sound, or natural phenomenon, has a significance, a new meaning, rendering it interesting and pre­cious, as something to be remembered.

Yes, I walked home to-night!  And helped along by a racy,

cold wind which blew out of the sunset, I almost kept pace with the wind itself - head, high, chest forward and back straight.