Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, February 11, 1918

Now the houses are lit up by the bright sun!  A light frost
-the train puffs like a giant sledge hammer and resounds against the houses from all sides till the air is full –
I thought I heard a cardinal as I lay half awake –
The sunlight pours up from the south – from time to time a church bell rings – is someone dead? – it has a wild hollow ring –
At noon a thousand rivulets dance in the sun –
Charles E. Burchfield, February 11, 1918