The Summer of Not Much Fun
Rest in peace Adrienne

Acquainted with the Night

Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963
I have been one acquainted with the night. 
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. 
I have outwalked the furthest city light. 

I have looked down the saddest city lane. 
I have passed by the watchman on his beat 
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. 

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet 
When far away an interrupted cry 
Came over houses from another street, 

But not to call me back or say good-bye; 
And further still at an unearthly height, 
One luminary clock against the sky 

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right 
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Edited to add: Just feeling my mortality.



Carrie, I hope you and yours are well - this doesn't sound like things have improved since the summer. Sending warm thoughts your way.




Carrie, is something wrong? ((hugs))((warm thoughts))


I too am a bit concerned.


Cryptic and disconcerning. But it's also comforting to 'hear' from you. I sincerely hope you are well.


You have me worried, Little One. Stay safe.


Hugs to you. I hope everything is ok.

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