“Last night I took quite a little walk, it was such a glorious evening that I could not stay in doors. The moon was near its full casting such floods of light as to make the stars almost invisible. It dawned upon me that it was just the time for a run to the old oak, and as I had never seen it by moonlight, my inspiration was immediately put into execution, and before many moments I had exchanged the bright wood fire for damp dewy grass, ghostly shadows, and an atmosphere of golden light. It was beautiful! The valley and the hills lay below me wrapped in deep slumber, not a breath of wind stired (sic) the few remaining leaves which clung to the trees, not even the chirp of the cricket broke upon the stillness. Right above the dark line of Obweebetuck, in the deep blue of the sky, glittered a steel white star shining and flashing into the darkness, with relentless radiance. If you had only been with me, I should have enjoyed it more, and then it would have been perfect. To day is so mild, that I am writing by the open window, so with you in New York it must be quite summer like.”

Anna Dwight Baker, Windham to Julian Alden Weir, New York City October 26, 1882
National Park Service, Weir Farm National Historic Site, Wilton, CT