The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: "Pachebel's Cannon" solo guitar

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, 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.  

~My favorite poem 

Sunrise
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: "Our Lives" by The Calling

The sun slowly peeks over the rolling hills gently caressing the Kansas landscape, lighting the star-studded coal sky with blazes of radiant orange, dusky pink, ashen purple, and sapphire blue. This is a beautiful sunrise. This is the beginning of a beautiful journey. 

This, is the beginning of "The Road Not Taken."