One of Those Moments

An hour ago I had to think of a poem I once read for my English studies. The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost. I don’t know why I had to think of that. Maybe it was because it was briefly cited in Dead Poets Society, which I saw again a few nights ago. But still, I don’t know what made me think of this poem.

Then I started to read in my Google Reader and I found this. I guess it was my sixth sense at work.