Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

come one mass - heavy white rain mist is wonderful.Always on rainy days like this, or snowy days, the sun comes forth about noon time only for a minute.A rainy would be a fine day for meditation - if one had the leisure. The softened outlook does not attract the eye. One looks out across those mist blurred trees into illimitable distances & think wonderful thoughts.Is freedom then the unrestricted indulgence of all the sensual passions – eating, drinking & the passion of sexual lust? Rather these are the