Jan. 19 - 1942 (Mon.)
The January thaw. - Thick almost impenetrable fog - The pores of the earth seem to open and exude a chill dampness into the sodden air - The ice in the creek breaking up, but no real flood water yet - The great cakes of ice, haphazard along the creek, - Soon lost in the obscurity of fog, the creek vista seems to extend to infinity - A pale silvery violet-gray quality to the sinking snow - Except, of course the piles along the street, which are dark licorice gray, highly polished by the melting process. -
Laying in the ground work for the additions to winter bringing it into harmony with the original – prepatory to the real work.
Evening letters to F.R. and the girls.
Charles E. Burchfield