In a Dark Time … The Eye Begins to See

You’d almost think that Frost must have been raised in the Pacific Northwest judging from the descriptions in: HAPPINESS MAKES UP IN HEIGHT FOR WHAT IT LACKS IN LENGTH Oh, stormy stormy world, The days you were not swirled Around with mist and cloud, Or wrapped as in a shroud, And the sun’s brilliant ball Was not in part or all Obscured from mortal [...]