I awoke this morning like I do every morning, with sleep in my eyes and a dream in my heart, needing coffee to come alive.
I found myself staring out the window at the white, velvet, snow blanketing the ground and tree limbs, and I thought of Frost, wondering if he felt the same way I was feeling, watching the newly fallen snow, crisp, clean, and sparkling.
I could comprehend why he wrote “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” Did he have the same sleepy smile that graced my face? Was his heart also flooding with unfulfilled dreams, and love as deep as the woods he described?
“What a wonderful way to spend the last day of this dreadful year,” I thought. “Watching the new snow fall on the old, not quite as white, but still pretty.”
My mind wandered to my aunt, cousin, and the mother of my sister-in-law, all battling cancer. Wondering how many years they might have, how many more miles until they sleep?
I took the time to think of family and friends, and you, the person reading this.
I hope this new year brings new dreams to look forward to, laughter that leaves your eyes watering and stomach aching, and love, as deep and magical as the woods Frost described, and I hope you take the time to stop by them on a snowy evening.
Happy New Year!
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