Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

were brought to their doorways to stare and wonder. Long it stayed and as it died down gradually the vermillion turned to deep crimson and with its dying, we, who had stood with bated breaths, inhaled deeply.

And after I had gone to bed, a glance out of the window showed that the moon was shining brightly.

                   Saturday September 13, 1913.

And what other kind of a day could have followed such a sunset as last evening’s than a perfect September day with bright warm sun cold icy wind, and blue - blue sky? Oh such a morning a was to-days!  Cold wind that made the air so crisp and snappy; that made us thrust our numb hands in our pockets; that made our cheeks glow; and that clear our sleepy eyes!  Let cold weather come when it will and we will be ready. The air was so fresh and clear, that trees fairly sparkled as the wind dashed thru their leaves. I had a ride down to work in