AstralOdyssey

I’ve lived in florida nearly all my life,..I basically have no concept of what negative temperatures are like..furthermore, my familarity with ice is limited to whatever i find crystalized in the freezer. would be nice to experience something totally different than what I’m use to

Robert frosts poem usually comes to mind when Deciding which path to take:

1. 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.

The home is a sacred place. it should be a place of peace and tranquality…or, whatever suites your fancy. It’s purpose is to provide not only shelter, but an oasis where the rest of the world no longer exists…or matters.