Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert frost

start of life as a full time athlete once again

Finished up my maritime module on Friday with a pretty tough final exam. Hope it goes well! Today is the start of my life as a full time athlete again. I hope to use the extra time to do some extra training to firm up my technique and fitness. Started the day with some extra kayak weight followed by some great fried rice and xiaolongbao. Also found a great site to watch episodes of the mentalists which I have left on hold for more than a year. It's a great show and I keep watching it for its wits. It's hard to be as charismatic as Patrick Jane in reality ya?