Charles Burchfield, Journals, April 6, 1915

This is a day when I have feelings to which I cannot give expression – vague thoughts & yearnings that are fleeting and transparent as a burning dewdrop expiring in steam on a grass tip –

Wake before first light –yellow half-moon hanging in the southern sky – as first light boils into the bursting sun a robin outside window goes frantic – company of blackbirds liquid calls – thru (sic) Park – a blue haze fills the air & turns the sunlight to a peculiar brassy color –

Noon – with H in Park – misty clouds smear the sky – squirrels rampant – bluebirds robins splashing in creek – elder bush unfolding

Afternoon sun comes out again – warm breeze in the yellow air –

H & I at 4:30 under sun-hazed trees in Park – we dream of the country and its possibilities – Cottonwoods seem washed and glow almost yellow

Down Euclid – trees shadows blue on the dusty street –

Charles E. Burchfield, April 6, 1915