best. poem. ever.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost 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;	5
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,	10
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.	15
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.	20

a joni mitchell kind of day

today, as the pitter-pattering of rain and responsibility woke me, i laid in bed smiling at the gray sky.

(the view from my window)

i put on one of my joni mitchell favorites, 'come in from the cold.'

"when i thought life had some meaning
when i thought i had some choice,
and i made some value judgments in a self-important voice.

but then absurdity came over me
and i longed to lose control.

oh all i ever wanted
was just to come in from the cold."
-joni mitchell

i'm a lover of rain and a lover of sunshine. i do not discriminate. it seems that england does though, and sunshine is rarely allowed to show it's face around here. i'm ok with that, as i've become more and more accustomed to the gray hearts, bears, faces and shapes looming over me as i explore my new city.

but sometimes, when you wake up on a sunday and all you can think about are bagels and tea, mother nature tells you to treat yourself kindly. to come in (or stay in, rather) from the cold. your glasses become foggy as a you read and drink a fresh cup of earl grey. you wear your pj's until sunset. you eat cookies while vacuuming. you treat yourself kindly.

that's a joni mitchell kind of day.

rain & peace on park street.

today was chilly, rainy and gloomy (apropos for england in november i suppose). despite my overwhelming feelings of 'i-dont-want-to-leave-my-house-or-do-anything', i forged the rain and went on a stroll to the market....then to a cafe to study. it was nice to sit inside and drink my tea watching the world, the wind and the rain go by outside.

(saturday in caffe nero)

on the way home (after it had cleared up a little bit) i happened upon this little old lady who had also forged the rain, but she was doing it for a cause. i wonder if she had felt the same way that i had this morning, not wanting to leave her (seemingly adorable) little flat, not wanting to do anything, but deciding instead to do something. and i wonder if she'll do it again tomorrow.

(peace on park street)