I love the Robert Frost poem “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.
I had to memorize it in 5th grade. I have since lapsed in my ability to recite it by heart, but I thought of it today when I was driving to work. I live in Pittsburgh and we got nearly 20″ of snow over the weekend. Today, the roads were quiet and deserted. In the poem, the driver stops without a shelter nearby and wonders if his horse thinks he’s crazy. It seems like our normal routine goes out the window when rare events occur. It’s ok to arrive late to work, stop signs are optional, and the lines on the road mean nothing when there is only room for a car and a half to scoot through two piles of snow on either side of the road.
There is a wonderful feeling of freedom when we mess with our routine and add a little grace to our daily grind. If you got caught in the snow this week, I hope you mixed up your routine and loved it, if not…try it sometime.


