Do you know the poem by Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening? This poem is like the poetic equivalent of Beethoven's 5th. Everyone recognizes the major theme of it.
I've always liked this poem and I frequently find myself quoting the last line, "And miles to go before I sleep." The metaphorical image of a man in a horse-drawn carriage having miles to go in the dead of winter before he can lay his head to sleep fits so perfectly with so many of us busy souls today.
An approaching winter storm amplifies everyone's busyness today. I decided to take a break from it all and shoot a few shots. Winter frozen in time.