This morning, my @c0ff33a coffee and I were sitting together doing a scroll-through of the posts. It happens often, somehow reading goes better with a little bit of @c0ff33a coffee.

Today is a #BeautifulSunday by @Ace108, where we share our day in the most possibly beautiful way that we can. I find myself back home again, after spending the day at the shore and I will finally call it a day, a definitely #SublimeSunday in the making, by the Meister of my morning, @c0ff33a. I do love my @c0ff33 and he likes eclectic! A definite match, made in heaven.

I stopped at the World War ll Memorial on the way home from the Shore House. It is here among the monuments that I can hear some of the greatest speeches that I have ever heard. How can one not be touched when one has the opportunity to hear the thoughts of someone they admire? I need to find one of those once again. I feel so uninspired of late. Inspire me with your words. They never fall upon deaf ears. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me do.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost