Late this morning, the sun in Boulder was trying hard to break through the layers of cloud that had dropped some eight inches of snow throughout the night. My hope was that the clouds would finally dissipate whilst I was sitting atop the nearly bald pate of my favorite perch, Sugarloaf Mountain…so off I went.
It was a winter wonderland…with first tracks through fluffy, light, powder snow…snowflakes fluttering through the air like diamond chaff…
At first, a few glimpses of the sun’s disc and of the lower valleys made the little photo expedition look quite promising. But, once on top, the clouds moved back in, the snow began to fall with enthusiasm, and I found myself inside a chilly milk bowl that didn’t look like it wanted to depart any time soon.
Ah, well. Keep coming back…it will eventually work out and you’ll get your reward. That’s my mantra.
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