Charles Burchfield, Journals, August 11, 1914

A wonderful sunset to-night—one of beautiful colors. I had taken Thoreau’s Autumn and gone out on the porch. I was first attracted to the sky by a phenomenon connected with it. The whole sky was clear except at the northwest where there was a long dark grey bank of clouds, which was not, properly speaking, a bank as there were many openings in it. In front of this was a long string of small curly clouds, travelling northeastward, whose topmost edges were colored bright orange. This was all the color there was and the quick curly line of color  had a rapid rhythm that was strangely beautiful. Almost at once the color died out,—the sky became grey & I fell areading.

Charles Burchfield, August 11, 1914