A flock of crows over the grain field

"The next morning he took an easel and canvases, walked the long road to the station, climbed the hill behind the Catholic church and sat down to write among the yellow
wheat, opposite the cemetery.
When it was approaching noon and the fierce sun was burning Vincent's head mercilessly, suddenly a whole cloud of black birds swiftly descended from the sky. Birds filled the air, blocked the sun, enveloped Vincent with a heavy cover of darkness, crawled into his hair, burst into his ears, eyes, nostrils, mouth, burying him under a mournful black cloud of dense, stuffy, trembling wings.
Vincent continued to work. He painted black birds over a yellow wheat field. He did not know how long it lasted, and when he saw that the painting was finished, he made an inscription in the corner: "A flock of crows over the grain field", threw the easel behind his back, got to the Ravu cafe, fell back across the bed and fell asleep. "

Irving Stone "Lust for Life"