When I got up to the car, I was in that mellow state that the right combination of fatigue & contentment produce. Long sullen bars of clouds parted long enough to permit the golden light of the dying sun to stream out over the brown earth. I had reached that state of happiness that is also pain.
                                                                  November 3, 1936 - (Tuesday)
     When we came into the drive this morning and I got out of the car, I was struck with the beauty of the dead leaves by our neighbor’s garage - the sort of beauty that is absolute. The soft tones of brown, lavender, yellow brown & reddish brown, with sharp accents of green grass were very satisfying. Later I watched whirling leaves in sunlight - and it was revealed to me suddenly that it was not the leaves & sunlight, but beautiful abstract colors in motion, in ordered movement. The whole world from that tiny event was all at once re-created.
                                                                        December 27, 1936-
     A dream last night-
     My brother Joe and I were examining a flat-bottomed boat made out of sheet-iron; it was lying in the dry sandy bed of a stream. The boat had holes in one end, and I told him he could