Acquainted with the Night

A poem by Robert Frost, with Dave and Angela in mind:

Acquainted with the Night

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,
A luminary clock against the sky

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


So, originally, this blog was to be about my dabbling and forays into sustainable gardening and energy generation and storage.   However, I’ve decided to turn it into a more general compendium, largely due to my impending secession from a certain extremely popular social media site that shall remain nameless.  Once this election cycle is over, I’m done with that, however, I won’t be done commenting on politics or opera or sustainable living or whatever.