I often forget just how beautiful it is where I live. Sure, every time I leave my house I’m confronted by the mountains, like Mt. Si, and down around the bend are the Snoqualmie Falls. And they are beautiful. But I’ve grown accustomed to them, the same way most people probably do by the places they live.
Today that changed. On the way to the grocery store, I was stuck behind a slow moving truck, and I really didn’t feel like spending the next ten minutes following it. I decided to make a right turn, down a mostly unfamiliar road, knowing that eventually it would lead me to the road I needed. It turned out to be a wonderful thing because I ended up driving past a beautiful spot of woods, nestled in amongst the road and the river and the railroad tracks.
It was so beautiful that after skipping down the path to grab some pictures with my phone, I decided to run back home (Cheerio’s to be purchased be damned), and grab my big camera. It’s a spot I might have to visit again because I never did get off the auto setting since time had ticked away and there wasn’t much of it left. The light was just about right though. It kind of felt like a magical moment.
The Road Not Taken – by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.