Dec 20, 1919 –
     Even when it was still dark I could see that the peach tree was heavily coated with frost – a little later a yellow window appeared in the house next door -
     At eight o’clock the outside world commences its day. The sun is just above the blue horizon, a red disc; the ghostly trees stand still, phantom patterns against the scarcely lighter sky; then smoke goes straight up from the cheerful chimneys; in the air is the creak of hurrying feet and the wild clamour of wagon wheels.[i]