Dusk comes gradually and when it is dark, a hazy moon shines ludicrously above the burning stumps and logs which glow like furnaces –[i]
                                                                          March 26, 1920
    It’s a dry windy day – dust fills the air, and a thousand odd pieces of paper; trees are heavy with early bloom – wonderful powerful sky with jagged layer clouds whose edges catch the sunlight in zigzag lines –[ii]