Dear Whoever You Are,
Today the weather was so strange. On my way to my Mongolian lesson the sun was so bright that my eyes watered violently and I could hardly see. I didn't have any sunglasses to wear because I lost mine when I was horsebackriding in Terelj a few weekends ago. After my lesson I went to the studio for a while and finished reading a book about Picasso. By this time the sky had turned grey and I thought perhaps that it might be my lucky day, i.e. it might rain. I left the studio to go to UB Mart, a small department store, to find some new sunglasses for my upcoming trip out of UB. As I walked the smallest flakes of snow began to be blown around in the wind. It looked as if it could've just been the ash of a small fire. But slowly, slowly the flakes got bigger and bigger until massive puffs of snow were falling down and the sky was full of it. The puffs were flying in my eyes and I could feel them land on my lips and nose with light thumps. By the time I got to UB Mart--maybe a 25 minute walk–-my hair was nearly drenched. When I left the store about an hour later the sky was more than half clear and most of the wetness from the snow had already evaporated off the ground.
