I thought of Frost

Robert Frost was on my mind as I stood in this spot.

Fifteen minutes earlier, I received the phone call. Unexpected. A request. One to disrupt my hoped for plateau.

Here we go, another hike up the hill.

As I drove, it was instinctive… to end up here. The place of contemplation and connection. My place.

A recent clear-cut, a surprise to me, had just taken place, exposing this structure once surrounded by timber trees.

Now fallen.

I stood in this spot. Stared ahead into and past it.

And now, on the hike itself… far off the plateau… I ponder that path less traveled by. And wonder if it may come to pass.

If I have the courage.

I stood in this spot.

I thought of Frost.

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