January 19, 2015
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.
Posted by: marylou | January 20, 2015 at 05:10 AM
*hugs*
Posted by: Chris | January 20, 2015 at 05:11 AM
Carrie, is something wrong? ((hugs))((warm thoughts))
Posted by: melanie | January 20, 2015 at 08:18 AM
I too am a bit concerned.
Posted by: Gale | January 20, 2015 at 09:30 AM
Cryptic and disconcerning. But it's also comforting to 'hear' from you. I sincerely hope you are well.
Posted by: Rachel | January 22, 2015 at 09:53 PM
You have me worried, Little One. Stay safe.
Posted by: Marji | January 28, 2015 at 09:20 PM
Hugs to you. I hope everything is ok.
Posted by: mrspao | February 06, 2015 at 03:08 AM