Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Statistics are dangerous, but I made the walk from office to home in eleven minutes!  Unheard of! – but, tonight I walked home!

The rest of the sunset I watched from our front porch steps. The sun itself had disappeared into a soft bank of lavendar mists, above which was the bright cold yellow afterglow, that faded abruptly into a colder pink. The mingling of the latter color with the pale blue formed a delicate violet. And the cool yellow light despite a few filmy bars of clouds which floated up from the bank of deeper mists, grew steadily stronger, and now the yellow dusty road caught it and sent it forth again into the air; side-walks shone, while every window became a little sun in itself and glittered brightly. Perhaps it Was the hard cold wind that scattered the light so profusely - who knows?

While sitting here, all unconscious, I suddenly became aware of the scarlet sage. All noticed, it has been coming out in the past few