Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, September 16, 1913

Wind was directly from the south. So seldom does this occur that today would have been memorable with nothing else.

When the wind is in the south; It blows the bait in the fishes’ mouth. And it does more than that. It brings with it a certain charm borne perhaps from southern lands.

Morning was grey but rainless. The sun seemed ever on the point of shining. Noon however brought an increase of clouds and with them came rain and wind. The combination of wind rushing thru trees and the clatter of rain beating against streaking winds is one of the fine things about Autumn weather.

Darkness came at five-thirty, and the rain increased. The cold wind coming from the fast darkening sky wan melancholy as it blew fitfully thru the rain-dampened trees.

What a sense of coziness the roar of wind with the rattle of a window inspires in one who is indoors!

Events -

Joe’s last day at Atchison’s.

Joe and I visit Kirst’s to ascertain if they had decided to take the rooms with Slachs. They have not decided.

Following this we went to the Opera-House. I start to read out my trunk.

Charles E. Burchfield, Tuesday Sept. 16, 1913