June 12, 1920 –
    The freak luxuriant season has passed the greens are hardened –
    -Hot white noon; - the smell of iron that comes up from sun-baked cinder alleys – the long flat heat-hazed meadows of the noon-whistles - -
    At night a train roars thru the sultry stupefied town – it roars widely; it is a vast black roaring cavity of night –
[small sketch of an interior?][i]