It hadn't gone anywhere, of course; I had just lost the ability to see it. The veneer of "reality" had obscured the magic of fantasy, and I felt deflated and defrauded.
One year ago, I was visited by none other than that world famous (pending) artist polomarco, or, as I like to call him, Chaz. ;) We visited Newport, Boston, Concord, Walden Pond, and a plethora of other destinations I'm sure I'm forgetting. We had a blast. He walked my feet off. I'd never walked the entire perimeter of Walden Pond before, and I'm thinking I won't ever again (unless a gun is involved (and I'm not the one armed)), yet I truly enjoyed doing so.
If you haven't jumped ahead of me and seen the linkage yet, it's polomarco's ability to see things through eyes unjaded and unclouded by fatigue that made the trip such fun.
Why is he such a great artist? Lots of reasons, not least because he bothers to stop and see the roses, rather than just walking on by. And he really sees them, enjoys them, and internalizes them.
Thanks for being you, Charles. I think you're just... ducky. :)