*snow, snowflakes, snow-covered mountains
*having a crowd of little ones come running at you yelling, "Sain uu bagshaw!" and wanting to give you a hug when you walk in the door in the morning
*giggling, helping little hands choose crayons for coloring animals
*eating mantuu byy3 with my adorable kindergartners as they each insist on one-by-one telling me to "have a good meal, Erin bagshaw."
*chatting with the female hospice staff and laughing about silly answers to our practice English sentences
*drinking tea and laughing over ridiculousness while playing cards with the women of the senior citizen group
*walking home in the snow and marveling at the gray softness of the end of the day
*feeling the familiarity of winter- in spite of all of the reasons why I shouldn't, I really think winter is my favorite season in Mongolia. It makes sense in a way that nothing else can.
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