Sugary POW happy trails oh my

The morning air was cold and crisp.  The skies were bright blue.  Made freshies on my  run up and around Evergreen mountain.  it looked and felt like running through fields of granulated sugar. I had the trails to myself, which is a good thing, if someone would have seen me they would have thought i was mental. Smiling thinking mornings like this is why i moved here. Coming off the backside of the mountain I thought I saw mountain lion tracks.  The first few times a large clump of snow would fall off the trees, it would spook me and make me think I was being hunted down. Oh how my mind wanders when I'm running.