A dream in which once again I was on my way to a mysterious wooded hollow to the South-East; one that I had visited before in dreams. It seems as if it is going to be a miraculously wonderful place that belongs to my boyhood. But waking, the sad reflection is that to really savor its wonder & excitement I must be a boy again, in company with other boys, and that is gone forever.
Charles E. Burchfield, August 23, 1948