All the Denver media have been commenting recently on how cold it is, and how early the cold came.
I suppose in an urban environment, where cold and snow can indeed make life miserable for so many people, it's not surprising that the TV and radio stations--and even the paper--will utter Cassandra-like cries when the snow begins to fly.
But up here, when the snow flies, it's good news. The skiing gets better and people start to think about winter sports.
Even the cold doesn't seem so severe up here as it does down in the Big City.
This morning, the sun rose into a partly-cloudy sky, and light gradually crawled down the side of Sheep Mountain and over the meadow down below the lodge. It's stunningly beautiful here right now, and as the winter deepens, it only promises to become more so.