Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 er in a hurry - when a low mumbling in the northwest announced the approach of a thundershower, and twilight hastened away with incredible swiftness pursued and overtaken, and summarily swallowed by the black mist.I often, during my leisure moments - a leisure moment is when there is nothing at hand in nature to observe, and hence for leisure moments we must abandon the outdoors - try to analyze why nature holds such a spell over me, and invariably I must admit this