And, unlike on the East Coast, we welcome it with open arms; even when it brings with it a fair amount of squelchy and slushy before it turns into familiar powder. Like it did yesterday. The morning commute into Boulder also becomes that much more spectacular and slippery.
While Boulderites were out jogging and riding their bikes, I couldn't wait to cup my hands around a hot mug of chai and dig into some cookies in lieu of breakfast. Yes, cookies! I don't have much of a sweet tooth but there are some cookies that I simply adore.