I look out the window, enchanted by the falling snow. By enchanted, I mean-my heart is suddenly eased of its reactions to my preoccupations, it feels simplified. My present problems(meaning the things I feel defensive and uneasy about) are with people who are angry or contemptuous of people who don't believe the same things that they do. I guess that everyone must be a little guilty of that, because I am feeling angry that so many people don't value the ethic of minding their own business when it comes to matters of personal belief and inclination. I suppose the people who I am angry at have every right to believe they should come out with axes swinging, and it's my job to care for my own well being by sidestepping them and not angrily trying to convert them to the belief that they should leave me, and everyone else who thinks differently, alone.