And miles to go...

Non-stop snowing for the second day today..thats the street opposite to my house... "as white as snow"




This place reminds me of the poem I read in high school "Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening" ...now I can really relate to what Rober Frost wrote, both as a surface meaning and as a (death) metaphor...

"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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

by Robert Frost