We have been busy Christmas wrapping and getting ready for holiday skating shows and a book launch this week and were so due for some fresh outdoor air yesterday. So with a nod to Robert Frost’s "The Pasture" …here is an invitation.
I’m going out to walk along the lake
I’ll only stop to skip a stone or three
And feel the gnarled wood of one lone tree.
I sha’n’t be gone long. You come, too.
I’m going out to touch the layered rocks,
To tread on leaves that mat the forest floor
And watch the silver sun set at the shore.
I sha’n’t be gone long. You come, too.
