Snow dance begins
Summer is clearly over in lovely Thornton, Colorado. There is a certain nip in the air that makes me start to jones for snow. The heat has been excessive this summer. No one in the Denver Metro region has said “Gee, if it could only have been hotter”. They never do. Of course, they don’t really talk like that anyway.
And now begins the time of year I perform my snow dance. It’s an eclectic mix of hip hop, funk, and goof ball. Just enough to get the snow’s attention in that upper atmosphere. But not enough to make anyone want to call the cops. It’s directed skyward anyway. “Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you, SNOWFLAKES”. They zoom overhead watching, waiting to fall on Colorado’s ski country. A good dance – well, a dance anyway – is what makes them want to land.
If you feel the urge, and I know you do, help out and do your own little snowdance.