Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 10, 1920

The “January Spring” with its exciting afterglows and smoking chimneys and wide-roaming trains has come and gone and now the earth is shut in by a low dark sky; the trees heavily coated with ice stand like gigantic feathers and crackle in the wind – all horizons are an ominous dark gray -–

What a wonderful thing that an expected season never fails us – this midwinter spring, so fleeting and elusive, that we fear another year will not bring it – yet it always comes.

Charles E. Burchfield, January 10, 1920