Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 The air is heavy and damp - the moisture pervades all places. The slightest sounds and noises are carried far. It seems on such mornings as tho the world has just come to life, for on the dry morning we hear not the sounds. The moist breeze brings to us the sound of carpenters hammers, tonneau-hammerings, press-droppings, wagon rattlings, gas-engine throbbings, train whistlings, bell clangings, men-shoutings, as clear as tho they were all taking place in our backyard. And under all these