The words from the poem mirrored the scene in front of him.
"Two roads diverged in a wood," he recited aloud.
"Which one should I take," he thought as he stood at the junction of the two paths in front of him leading down the dark forest.
He had come out for a walk to clear his head. He closed his eyes and took a step forward and another and another...
Half an hour later, he stood in front of a giant tree. He looked up into its branches and a large pile of snow fell on him. He grabbed at it with his hands and it took shape and turned into an angel.
"What on earth...?" he said as he held the ice sculpture in his hands. He began to float away as the ice floated up and soon he could see all over the forest. He woke up with a start.