smoke.  The setting sun was turned hazy & fiery by a flurry of snow.  To the east it was dark and velvety with smoke and dark snow clouds.
     I bought ice cream on the way and found a royal welcome awaiting me.
                                                                               Mar. 28 –
     The atmosphere in my office here, with windows that open out to a cement courtyard enclosed by the barren walls of the factory is neutral, nonseasonal.  It is with an effort that one remembers it is Spring, Summer or Fall, except at the height of the winter or Summer.  As I sit here dreaming, memories of odd moments of my life come to me without any rhyme or reason.  Today thoughts of my army experience inSouth Carolinacrowded into my mind and the longing I feel to relive some the events of that period grows so strong sometimes that it seems unbearable; life seems cruel when we have not that privilege of going back.
     Going home on the bus tonight I saw that a squatter’s house – an abstract shaped affair built out of odds and ends – just beyond the City Line, had burned down.  I have had my eye on this place ever since last Fall as a good subject for a painting.  What a tragedy it represented!  I knew nothing of the occupants but I imagined them to be energetic people content to start in