Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

I take Mary Alice by the hand and we go to look at the water – It is sweet to lead a trusting child thus – a fog fills the air – the land to the east of the stream is lost in whiteness – so that under the misty moon the crater seems to come from a vast lake We walk along the road – M. A. remarks upon the rings of light around the street lights—
On the west side of the bridge – The water is roaring tumultuously I tell M. A. it is angry – The water rushes swiftly from the deep gloom of the bridge arches – the tops of the rapids catch a faint light from the lamps – M. A. remarks that watching it makes it seem as if we are moving too – then she tells how in school when she watches the smoke going by it makes it seem as if the room were moving.—
Later – B - & I out to see the creek – the fog has cleared – a light wind sprung up – we watch the moon’s reflections on the rapids – a mystery about it almost frightening – a phosphorescent star will appear suddenly and changing to a silver ribbon seem to curl its way down the