Musings of a Compulsive Thinker

Snowdust

I was driving south along the Front Range this morning under a thick bank of clouds when the snow flurries started coming down. It was strange, seeing the snow against a blue sky to the south, the sun breaking through cloud banks over the eastern plains. The snow dust was doing its smoky, snaking dance over the highway pavement. By the time I got into south Boulder, the neighborhood streets were white and the snow had stopped, and the sky overhead was a beautiful early morning blue.

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Labels: everyday, imagine yourself here

posted by the alygator @ 8:52 AM