Sept 12, 1920 –
    I awoke this morning early – I looked out and saw a big thunderhead to the southeast on which the first pale light of dawn was reflected – From time to time lightening played in the depths of it; the silence that attended this lightening was startling by profound – One expected thunder but none came; the hour itself was deathly still, rendered doubly so by the absence of expected rumblings.
    The days itself came bright clean and windy – A brilliant glitter of September yellow – Towards sunset time, clouds came again, huge masses that overpowered the earth – One huge mass that spread over three fourths of the eastern sky, turned yellow & white by the lowering sun, was a strong {uval?} to that body of light, for