Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia Saturday, November 6, 2010
Woke this morning to the first snowfall of the year. The mountains surrounding UB were covered in a lovely layer of white, and the courtyard below was pristine. Birds swooped around the courtyard, dark against the white. I commented to A that the birds might have a harder time finding breakfast this morning. She replied: "Well, they can eat the snow if they want to."
By late afternoon, worker bees had removed most of the snow into piles around the courtyard, and the parking lot was a sea of floating slush. Sadly, if the snow is allowed to "stick" around, it becomes an icy, icy hazard.
But it's always lovely, at least for a while.
