"...and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep..."

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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. 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. 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. 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.

Robert Frost Times like today, those words "...and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep." ring in my ears almost like a melody. Right now, I am taking a little pause to enjoy the breathtaking beauty all around me. Absorbing the sun, the breeze, and the view as they replenish my spirit...and ease my mind.