New Year’s Eve

It’s begun snowing in New York on this eve of 2010. Walking down the street, the air is crisp and the lights in the brownstones are giving off a luxurious and golden glow. The park beyond is already cast in pure whites and deep black.

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.
…
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep…

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost (1923)

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