Café, Study, and a Sudden Snow
sometimes I found me alone.
After class today, I felt a wave of tiredness settle in.
I had a simple meal and tried to rest, but even by 6 p.m., the heaviness lingered.
So I decided to step outside—
to refresh my mind, maybe find a cozy café, and get some studying done for tomorrow.
But as I opened the door, I was greeted by a sudden, silent snowfall.
It caught me off guard, in the most tender way.
At that moment, a few friends called—
checking in, asking how things are going.
We exchanged little updates, the kind that carry more feeling than words.
And then, a quiet sadness settled in.
If I were in Korea, I thought,
maybe I could’ve met someone tonight,
walked through the snow together,
shared warm drinks and warmer laughter.
But here I am, in Ulaanbaatar.
It’s okay.
Tomorrow’s class starts early—8 a.m.—
so tonight, I’ll simply sit by the window,
watching the snow fall gently over this foreign city.
And somehow… that feels enough for me.
