What a wonderful thing that an expected season never fails us – this midwinter spring, so fleeting and elusive, that we fear another year will not bring it – yet it always comes.
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                                                                             Jan 12, 1920 –
     That exciting moment when one has a meeting hour at evening with his loved one; in the spring how the buildings & trees look at such a time –
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                                                                              Jan 13, 1920 –
     I walked out tonight in the terrific wind – it blew out of the west sifting new sandy snow over the polished icy surface of the old snow. I am winter, cold buoyant winter tonight, without a desire, happy only to be alive and have senses.
     Finished reading “The Tidings Brought to Many” Two men in it sat in the night and mentioned constellations as telling the progress of night. My life is not so hurried I don’t know when