Charles Burchfield, Journals, February 18, 1912

After eating a hasty breakfast, I started out. The sun was well up in the sky by this time, but such a dense mist obstructed his view, that his heat as yet had no effect on the frost, which covered the ground everywhere, while trees were bare of it. Frost is odd; the morning was warm almost – in fact I needed no gloves; and yet everything had the appearance of a bitterly cold morning.

Charles Burchfield, February 18, 1912