This concludes Season One

(f)AD came over on a lark, on an invite, for a giggle. We chatted over leftovers about all things great and terrible and tiny and needful, and then plopped down in front of my raging torrent stream to watch the last episodes of the first season of Doctor Who.

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I've put down another chair. I've watched the season finale. I have come by the highway home, and lo it is ended. Ah, here's another good quote from Robert Frost, the one stapled across my forever, emblazoned across my Ever Important Live Journal. In three words I can sum up everything I have learned about life: It goes on.

And speaking of Frost, and highways home, and given the nature of this post, and the Freezing-low expected tomorrow, given even (if I may be so bold) the dreadful space between right- and left- wing politics, that sad marriage with the middle as their undernourished children; it is perhaps time for me to pull out an old favorite, a tradition of mine, a lovely bauble that I keep wrapped in my Secrets Box, out in plain sight.

Reluctance by Robert Frost.

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last long aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?