Bob and Mary looked out of the cabin that morning, reflecting on how wonderful
the night before in front of the fire on the bearskin rug with a bottle of wine
had been, and were amazed at the still and silence that lay before them. This
was something out of a Robert Frost poem, Mary remarked as their eyes traced
the tracks in the newfallen snow, something most humans never take the time and
effort to really see. Bob nodded and held Mary close to him, then after a few
moments more of contemplation to watch their breath rise like steam from the
holes in an iron, he asked her, "Hey, isn't that where we parked the Hummer?"
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. / But I have promises to keep, / And miles to go before I sleep.