Snow-covered flatirons just at the hint of dawn
Snow continued to pile up here overnight; Boulder totals are now up around 22 inches. As I cogitated on where the heck I was going to run today, inspiration finally struck: go out in the wee hours of the morning and simply enjoy the winter wonderland. And that's just what I did.
I ventured out around 5:45 a.m., and was immediately enveloped by a peacefulness that is unique to a sleeping town blanketed with fresh-fallen snow. Through most of the run, the quiet was interrupted only by the rustle of my jacket and every view was of an undisturbed crystalline world. 'Twas a spectacular run!
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