Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] myself. To dance last night with Duke. I was keyed up to the highest pitch and danced wildly and hilariously. I could not reconcile such a mood as the one in which I wander aimlessly over the fields (the latter which I want to feel is my natural one). / December 6, 1914 / A cold day with occasional rain-flurries. A loose sky, and I have a feeling the wind is from the north east, I do not know for sure; it is the kind of day that comes with a northeast wind,