Charles E. Burchfield, To My Sweetheart, 1960

How different the world is after a man has found a woman whom he can construct a plan of his future — A few weeks ago I wandered afield terrified by my loneliness in nature — the hills and trees and skies seemed alien—even hostile—to me, and I fled from them to get back to town where I could see and talk with people, which in turn was unsatisfactory. Now the whole earth is smiling at me; the sights and sounds of June never seemed so full of meaning; I can sit endlessly on hillsides and dream hour after hour, and not care when I get home—
And she has been there all this time and I never realized!

Charles E. Burchfield, To My Sweetheart, 1960