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.
I did go miles. And miles. My feet were frozen, my hands numb. But the woods were silent as a whisper, soft flakes floated down from the silver sky. They settled on my camera lens, melted into blurry spots on each picture I took.
The snowstorm was breathtaking.