Charles Burchfield, Journals, November 28, 1946

On the way to church—the sky was all overcast with dense layer clouds except in the Southeast an opening which revealed a mass of pale yellow pebble like clouds lit up by the sun, and lower down in the South a few sunlit detached clouds, just above a dense blue low ridge of hills. I had the feeling, as I did as a boy that the whole earth was like a vast low-pitched roof, the ridge pole being the distant blue line of hills; one half of the roof, where we were, facing north, and catching no sunlight, which was soon to be left to the regions of winter, and the other half facing south, which would be all sunlit, and sloping down to the green fields, where it was perpetual spring or summer.

Charles Burchfield, November 28, 1946