Dec. 26 –
     Up at 6:30– out into the street at 10 min.to seven.  It is still night – with just a faint glow over the east back of the harsh black buildings – over in the West the moon still shining brilliantly –
     I walk out.  It is cold, but the air fine and elastic – I am filled with a glowing warmth – In the east there is a flat bank of blue gray clouds – a memory of the night fleets – the underside of which low down is tinged with red – in the west the bright silver moon.  I think of some nomadic adventure, when I in company with others have been traveling all night, and we come along some mountain ridge at such a time as this, a harbor or camping place in sight –                          
Now is the time when starry nights and early morning mean the most to us.  I was looking for an almanac last night and couldn’t get one in a drug store and I thot with regret that such things mean so little to us anymore.  Formerly at this season (they being just issued) I used to pore over some Pain Pill almanac, enthralled by the Zodiacal signs, the eclipse predictions – the foretelling of thunderstorms into the summer.  There was something poetical in the prediction that on June 19 a thunderstorm would form over the Mississippi Valley and move northeast causing