The Road Untaken

I remember stopping by a snowy woods in Alaska one cold and dark night. I read his poem and it immediately rang to my ears a sincere note. The darkest evening of the year would have been the Winter Solstice…

The Fear of the First

If you are the right type of personality, then you follow similar steps of preparation for every time you repeat the action. Nothing becomes “old hat”. You have the personality to treat every time as if it were the first time.