my friends seemed – how idiotic to be dancing around in meaningless figures while my brain was teeming with the roar and design of waterfalls –
     There was a popular song current at the time “Mississippi Cabaret” that now is inextricably interwoven with all my impressions of that time – It attains a significance in calling up memories entirely outside of its real meaning and purpose, as though it were written especially for that time.
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     The skies were magnificent tonight – the constellations clear and brilliant in a deep indigo sky – I would have gotten out my chart, but all my hopes are centered on making a picture tomorrow and so I go to bed early.
     At 7:30 there was a great flare of blood red fire on the southeast horizon – it spreads out magnificently and then dies in a moment and the sky is covered over with a great smooth steel-gray mass of cloud except to the far north where a streak of cerulean still shows – it too disappears until the whole sky is of that electric gray that seems to have as much depth as a blue sky – a biting raw damp wind – before noon it has started to snow, and by early afternoon the blizzard is upon us.
     The blizzard continued into early evening yesterday, making beautiful fantastic drifts in unaccustomed places.  This morning a heavy fog, which congeals on the bark of trees.  Particularly beautiful are the horse chestnuts which are a light silvery violet-gray satiny appearance making them seems like ghosts of  trees – the effect on apple trees is different, outlining the bark sections with white and giving them a more rugged appearance.
     About midmorning a warm southwest wind springs up melting the frost on the windward side, the trees scattered water as in rain-[1]