Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

[srijantje]

just about high enough hehe.
i think one of the most underated ribe on earth were the old sherpa. they must have had lungs of steel.
about stopping in the woods; recently i came to realise that there are no woods. only paths to walk along. paths that take you through or over or around. thankfully most of mine have been varied and happy ones so far.

yes,only paths,sometimes they fork,think of the woods,the paths are the destination