Tuesday, December 1, 1914* Clear with light N = wind. Another month slipped by Thank God !.... I say that principally because I hate this con- fined life oo. I am with the pleasure of books and luxury at the house my the crowd all together I do not believe this have their best taste where one must stay indoors or else walk in the dark cut by this miserable wind and muffled by any kind of useful sights, two months more now and then there will be sufficient light for long excursions all about etch, and before we know what has happened the sun will be peeking up. The full moon is of course a wonderful addition. The first is, or seems almost as bright as in daylight. Tank and I walked down the coast again. We cannot find a better place for walking as this is rough in everywhere out- side the Ford (and inside - well if there were a concrete pavement it would have no attraction when this vile wind commenced to parade upon it. I am having such fun writing for you-- an account of my oil trip last spring that I have struck it out to quite a length. The plea- sure of writing lies to a certain degree in the shaping of sentences and the composition as a whole, but from there is always a kind of invincation that comes by an imagination stimulated by the demand upon it into a perfect orgy of old scenes and new ones birth from them.