In other non-related news: I'm still at two interviews but they are both booked, confirmed and on the horizon. I have been reading a new-to-me-blog that is informative and relevant to my future job as pediatric neurologist. I owe this find to Grady Doctor. If you have any interesest in child neuro, epilepsy or raising a special needs kid then a moon, worn as if had been a shell is worth checking out. And in ode to my new find (the author likes poetry) I am posting one of my favorite poem's of all time. Because it reminds me of being outside, enjoying the moment and also everything I still need to do with respect to this year, matching, life, etc.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost
