Winter's breath is sending chills through Boulder Valley. I've had a string of early moring runs to my volunteer job accompanied only by the sound of oh-so-cold squeaking snow beneath my feet. Today, as I made my way through the frosty darkness along the Bear Creek bike path, I discovered that someone had been busy over the weekend: last year's tree decorations have reappeared - a delightful treat brightening the way for us pre-dawn travelers.
