robert frost.

"That day she put our heads together,

Fate had her imagination about her,

Your head so much concerned with outer,

Mine with inner, weather."

-Tree at My Window

"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.

-The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost is genius...

This was a slight mockery about Frost's friend, who would choose a direction for their walks, then get angry with himself for not choosing a different and more interesting way.

Frost didn't approve of "sighing over what might have been."

Chin up.

- J.