Charles Burchfield, Journals, June 29, 1915

Last evenings coppery sunset is reflected this morning in the whistle of a freight that echos & re“echos” thru a million misty valleys – Nothing stirs the imagination as much –

A stagnant day – silver haze – smeary grey sky – My thoughts seem to flow along with the weather –

With the night comes rain –

Charles E. Burchfield, June 29 1915