Monday, January 6, 2014


"The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake."

Reading to my little pajama clad boy, from Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Robert Frost lived in Massachusetts, apparently. The car is packed and ready to go, my geometry skills finally finding some real world application in wizarding too much stuff into too little space. It looks like the snow and the wind on the roads will keep us an extra day on this side of the border though. What to do with an extra day in my favourite city? Maybe I'll read this beautiful poem a few more times. 

1 comment:

  1. One of my favorite pieces we sing in my group is Eric whitacre's setting of this poem.