A Dream – in front of Fourth St. School Salem. It was a much larger yard than actual. It was February, the sun was shining, the snow melting, and a great wet wind from the northeast was sweeping through the gaunt bare branches of the trees. There was something special about this that it seemed only an unspoiled boy could know.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, Volume 46, pg. 3, February 5, 1945