The road not taken...

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Sorting through my things I came across this lovely poem by Robert Frost. I love the diversity and feelings his poems evoke. How is your Tuesday coming along? I'm finally feeling like I've settled into a rhythm of life here, am making connections, and I'm busy planning out the next few months, including a bit of travel, and perhaps some study. All of which is making me feel more sunshiny than a wee while ago - which can only be good! Have a happy Tuesday.