Autumn in Paris

I know the cliché is 'April in Paris,' but I sure am loving the autumn here! The leaves are starting to change and it is making the Parisian streets even more beautiful. I absolutely adore the crunch of the leaves under my feet and the cool autumn air on my cheeks. I got caught in a little Parisian rain shower on my walk today, but it felt so good! No harm done! The mist looked absolutely lovely as I was finding my way on a new path that I have never 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

After writing the beginning of this post, it made me think of this poem. Just a little food for thought...