A middle-aged man and his trophy-wife:
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood”,
“What?, these are mountains Robert, there’s no wood for miles”.
“And sorry, I could not travel both”.
“What are you talking about, one leads over the cliff, the other back again, let’s go back”.
“See, in leaves no steps have trodden black”.
“Of course, Robert… most people ain’t suicidal, come with me”.
Robert sighed, looking at his young companion.
“… and I —
Later at the hotel the blonde smiled at her lover:
“… and that has made all the difference…”
Wow, a picture of my own taken when hiking on Madeira… made it very hard to write about, but somehow the poem “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost got stuck in my mind, which made all the difference.
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March 21, 2018