A Rendezvous with Sneakers

I’m continuously amazed by the beauty of this area. There’s nothing like riding solo on back country roads, like the road below. Just you and nature. No cars to be seen. The gentle rustle of leaves, chirping of birds, whistle of the breeze. Worries fade; your senses heighten. Surrounded by trees speckled in gold, auburn, and crimson. A perfect moment in time.

Reminded me of Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken

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.