I feel like a new year has come.

Today is a glorious day. Bright sun, bright blue sky, breezes bending the pines and grasses--all in all a simply bodacious day. So, I put my hat on my head and my stick in my hand and took a short walk toward the end of my dirt road in front of the house. As I approached the place where it disappears down the hill and into the woods, it reminded me of the "road less traveled." It certainly is a "less traveled" road as it winds gently down the hill and disappears into the shade by the creekside. I guess my whole life has been one, long journey down a road less traveled; but I don't mind. I've come this far; I might as well go the distance.

ROAD LESS TRAVELED

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 onto 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 took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference


Robert Frost