Miles to go

"Miles to go before I sleep," 11 x 14 300 lb. d'Arches cold press paper

'Tis a season, a year, of uncertainty, of an indistinct future, of tracks of the past disappearing in windblown snow.
In the midst of pandemic, and political and civil crisis, I somehow think of the line in Robert Frosts poem, "Stopping by woods on a snowy evening."

"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."

Our woods are not particularly lovely at the present,
More dark and deep.
And promises are indistinct,
And there are miles to go before I sleep. 
This watercolor captures my mood.