A new morning. Sun is shining. More freshly fallen snow....about 3 inches more, I believe. I want to just lay in the bed. A feeling of melancholy I can't quite shake hangs on and on. But there are things to be done. Places to go. People to connect with. What is that Robert Frost poem I am just now reminded of? Something about having miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep. Ahhh yes, the woods are lovely, dark and deep...... Sign in to see full entry.