Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

June 8, 1921 –; I came home from Cleveland on my bicycle. Morning was cool, with long sweeping rain clouds in the sky. As far as Hudson, the trip exhilarated me, I felt the joy of physical exertion after a week in the city, of inaction; but at Hudson I commenced to get hungry, and with that, tired. I had made Ravenna my goal for dinner and kept on. The day was mounting towards noon, the sun did not come out, but its power was felt in the hot moist atmosphere, and brilliant steaming color of growing things. I sat down in a restaurant in Ravenna, in a glow of heat, my muscles stiff & sore, but on fire, and my mouth dusty and parched. I ate and drank furiously, being so over-whelmingly hungry & thirsty that I could not restrain myself. I left the place feeling somewhat bloated. I found a bench in the courthouse yard, where and I sat relaxed sat and tried to relax myself in smoking. The deadly noon silence was on the town; the elmtrees (sic) stood motionless; the only sounds were the droning voices of isolated groups of people here & there. At two I was off again. The heat & humidity were increasing; my dinner had not