Non-stop snowing for the second day today..thats the street opposite to my house... "as white as snow"
This place reminds me of the poem I read in high school "Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening" ...now I can really relate to what Rober Frost wrote, both as a surface meaning and as a (death) metaphor...
"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."by Robert Frost
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