Graduation looms. August, if all goes as planned. So much to do before then. But when it occurred to me how much there is to do after then as well (say, a PhD), suddenly the thought popped into my head that the last stanza of Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” would make an excellent next tattoo:
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I had planned on ‘Ancora Imparo’–Michelangeo’s “I am still learning”–but Frost seems more fitting.