Saturday, March 17, 2007


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

Every time it snows the city quiets temporarily. The Common was beautifully unspoiled as I walked home from work today. Before I jump on the Boston St. Patrick's Day bandwagon tomorrow it's just nice to stay in and relax. Basketball, wine, and a book:

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