It's just a little snow, people

The remnants were on the road last week on my midnight drive home from work. Black chunks of ice and snow peppered the interstate heading east, a sign that trucks traveling across the Rocky Mountains had accumulated enough of the fluffy stuff. When they reach the bumpy stretch of the highway, the ice is jarred loose, leaving a little maze for all of us "dry" motorists.

Then when I awoke Sunday, I saw it here. Our grass, our patio, our flowers were dusted lightly with snow. The city's first snowfall had arrived! It continued to lunchtime, the snow so fluffy and light that even a slight breeze pushed it along sideways. It was pretty. I thought of the mountains, the aspen we had just gone to see two weeks ago, the trail we climbed probably hidden by inches of snow.

When I drove to work later that day, the roads were clear. Wet, but clear. They were still warm from the day before, when the temperature rose to almost 80. Today, I see only faint traces of snow in the long, northern shadows.

And to hear Al Michaels describe it on the Sunday Night Football broadcast from Invesco Field at Mile High, we were in full-on blizzard mode all day. More than once, he said the snow was blowing in sideways. True, but we weren't in panic mode. This certainly wasn't what hit us last Christmas. Seriously, it's just a little snow, people!