Charles E. Burchfield's Dreams, Journals, May 1, 1935

I dreamt quite a lot last night. Most of it is vague, but one thing remains – someone said to me “you ought to go back to those old interpretations of nature moods again” and at once I was standing on a street, near the edge of a strange town. It was raining, late Summer, and the reflections in the wet sidewalk of a group of maples, seemed inexpressibly beautiful and filled me with a yearning sadness, as if it were something irrevocably gone.

Charles E. Burchfield, May 1, 1935