It definitely wasn’t a snowy evening, and I’m definitely not Robert Frost, but I do know something about stopping by the woods for a moment to just take it all in.
I pulled over on a side road and just took it the view and now want to share this little breath of fresh air with you. It’s hard to tell in the photo, but it was raining–one of those quick thunderstorms that seems to wash, wash, wash things away and make everything look brighter. It was quite a contrast to the humidity that’s settled like a hot cloud over the Carolinas this week.
I’m thinking that a good rain is kind of like a good cry–it builds and builds and builds and then whooosh, the air is cleared and bright and there’s a fresh perspective and makes for a beautiful view. I’m no Robert Frost, but I think that had he been driving on the road today and seen this, well, he might’ve stopped too. ❤ That’s my two cents for today.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.