My most recent coincidence...
There is this person I've just recently begun to get to know and I'm actually quite taken with him. He lives probably 8 hours from me right now and I e-mailed him this poem the night before Valentine's Day:
There are many things in the world and you
Are one of them. Many things keep happening and
You are one of them, and the happening that
Is you keeps falling like snow
On the landscape of not-you, hiding hideousness, until
The streets and the world of wrath are choked with Snow.
How many things have become silent? Traffic
Is throttled. The mayor
Has been, clearly, remiss, and the city
Was totally unprepared for such a crisis. Nor
Was I----yes, why should this happen to me?
I have always been a law-abiding citizen.
But you, like snow, like love keep falling,
And it is not certain that the world will not be
Covered in a glitter of crystalline whiteness.
Silence.
----Robert Penn Warren
Well, all day Valentine's Day, as far apart as we are, it snowed on both of us. We laughed as we told each other about it and he said that all that he could think of as the snow kept falling down was how loved he felt.
And, no, I had no idea ahead of time what the weather forecast was.
~Merry (I feel all warm and glowy just thinking about it again)