Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

I'm not a fan of coldness, but this year's winter was bland. Christmas was also weird. I honestly would love to see some snow now.

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

"Vitae summa brevis spem nos vetat incohare longam"

I read a post today which was titled "Days of Wine and Roses". This phrase sounded very sweet, but I I wasn't exactly sure what it meant, there was also no explanation in the blog, so I did a quick search with Google. I found out that it was from the poem "Vitae summa brevis spem nos vetat incohare longam" by Ernest Dowson.

Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.

I got my hair cut yesterday - really really short. An act of defiance and liberation. I often think one of the greatest gift to possess is personal independence of other people's opinion and the belief in yourself. Sometimes you can lose yourself if you are too eager to please someone else. I am happy I lost a bit of my fears.