roads taken and not

The Road Not Taken

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;

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,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

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.

--Robert Frost

i know i've often protested that i'm not a poetry person, but as i contemplate roads, this speaks to me. sometimes you rejoin a road you took before and find it improved. at least that's what i'm hoping.

happy weekend.

moody blue

such a great couple of days i had this week, so now that i'm back before the computer and have to settle down to some serious writing, i'm feeling a little bit moody blue. the overcast day yesterday, made for moody lighting when i took pictures to document my theory that there's not a boring chair in denmark. the curvy sofa-agtig (that danish for -ish is just so much better than -ish) chair above, the curvy blue chairs below, prove it once again.

i think my moody blues are stemming from leaving behind my good old friends and the good energy of the place (i guess the atmosphere can't help but be fantastic in such surroundings). but it's also the people there. people are motivated and happy and busy and energized and the good energy every individual seems to have feeds all of the good energy of everyone else around them in kind of a big happy, productive circle. it's a wonderful, motivating place to be. i used to go there frequently in my previous job and it was so nice to be back there this week. i wish i could hold onto the good vibe and let it carry me through the rest of this week, but it's somehow so fleeting, so instead i feel a bit sad that i'm not still there today. maybe writing the stories i gathered there, which is what i must do next, will bring it back.

wordless wednesday