In Passing

The Snow Man - Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener; who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

While speaking with a wiser friend, she told me about how America has become so used to the negative (she used the word evil), that we now vote into the presidency, evil.

I pass this along because there are many people who see the present conditions and directions of the country to be very wrong and very destructive. In private they use terms and language that I don't even consider.

We all sense that it is out of fear that more people are not so vehemently outspoken.