Charles Burchfield, Journals, January 6, 1914

Two Thaw-days - yesterday a clear day with intense, warm sunshine - rivulets of melted snow streaking over the ice, cast­ing upwards a million miniature suns. The haze steam at the disappearing snow softened the air - sunset was wond­erful, a wispy creation with no intense colors; soft blending of orange & grey.  An early spring chill in the air; it is odd how now, as the sun in returning, we begin to suspect spring.

Today a soft rainy day.  To Cleveland by rail with Miss Ames.  It is good to find someone advanced in years who has never grown old.  Miss Ames is certainly charming, and I might guess her age to be anywhere from twenty to thirty, tho(sic) most others really of this age are much older.

The peculiar milk-haze blued the distances.

 The soggy earth & rivers of water brought up spring yearnings.  As I looked out over the irresistible swamps, I somehow felt that that was my place.  I saw two men tramping across a field and envied them.

Charles E. Burchfield, Jan. 6, 1914.