Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, May 9, 1915

A cool day of grey sweeping sky and a feeling of the sun shining tho it is not – prolonged trill of chippy dominates the air –
At dusk there is that in the sky – ragged + rainy – with the dark trees dripping against it, that reminds me of that other part of me, which slumbers most of the time.  I can hardly explain the feeling I experience.  It is as if I were keyed up to some expression of nature at some earlier time and had now lost it.
Charles E. Burchfield, May 9, 1915