Incidents Arose from Circumstance

Ah, the Heat of the Moment. Consider the contrast between Asia's poetry:

...And when your looks are gone and you're alone
How many nights you sit beside the phone
What were the things you wanted for yourself
Teenage ambitions you remember well

And Yeats's:

WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep
...

Yet - how can you not so love them both? Especially in this summer heat. And the anticipation of a victorious Courtroom smiting of the opponents tomorrow, after-work patio drinks and on through the Split Crow Power Hour. Then to wake up, hungover, to another glorious Friday. Where further coincidental incidents lie awaiting.