The year’s end is nigh

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The abundant snow makes the neighbourhood look like a scene in grayscale monochrome until you see a pedestrian with either an orange, navy, or red beanie walking along the sidewalk. To quote the last four lines of Robert Frost’s ‘Good Hours’:

Over the snow my creaking feet

Disturbed the slumbering village street

Like profanation, by your leave,

At ten o’clock of a winter eve.

I recently borrowed a copy of the Penguin Classics 2015 publication of ‘The Road Not Taken and Other Poems: Robert Frost 100th Anniversary Edition’ from the public library. Lucky find. Mindful of the time, it’s 10:20pm…Christmas time…New Year’s eve…To all, a good night. 

maybe not grayscale after all