Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 12, 1914

A silver dense morning.  Sun a dim glow - the dark grey sky made it appear as moonlight.  It is another world. The year is decaying with a smile - November - a final flicker of sunlight preceding Decembers glowing ashes, Leafy ground mist dampened.

A fairy day.  Sun at noon barely casts shadow. Trees mostly bare - wriggling shapes against the sky.  A grey motionless silence on the earth as if nature is going to rest with her eyes open.  Bailey & I thru (sic) Park at 3:30. Sun gone. Sky thick & violet.  At night a cozy wind shrieks by the window.

Charles E Burchfield, Nov 12, 1914