Snowy Boulder reflections

If I was a poet, I’d spend some time describing the peace of this morning’s snowy run–the trees burdened with heavy powder, the quiet broken only by the pound of my footsteps …

But because I’m not, I feel like I should tell you about the wicked snot rockets I was able to launch, since the cold induced my nose to run just as hard as my feet were.

They were awesome.

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Super sweet WOD

OK ladies and gents. According to Thesaurus.com, today’s Word Of the Day (WOD) is “darkle.”

Meaning: to grow dark, gloomy, etc.

Some suggested usages:

When the storm clouds rolled in and it began to darkle, I accidentally knocked over an old lady in my rush to get inside before the rain.

As his brow furrowed and lips pursed, I could tell that the poet’s mood had darkled.

“Damn!,” Horace exclaimed. “My white shirt darkled in the laundry when I washed it with a navy sweatshirt!”

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