It seems to me I have entered upon a new period in my life – a new way of thinking about life, the universe and even about God – and with it the inability to get back in memory to earlier periods. I can see a barefoot boy coming up the painter road on a hot summer afternoon, or a young father striding along elatedly along under May trees; but I can’t feel like them.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, May 18, 1961