Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 20, 1911

This morning I went out to get some fresh air - fresh air, delicious air; never was the air so pure and clear as it was all day to-day . . . most wonderful of all was the wind - a pure bracing mighty wind that came straight from the west, and soon chased the clouds away revealing the deep blue, intensely blue sky. All day the roaring wind rushed out the western sky, ever increasing in force; - sometimes I believe I almost worship the wind; I can stand for hours facing it and let it strike against me, tug at my coat and blow my hair back while I take big deep breaths of it, watching it sway great trees in its course, with delight.