I’m not a kids person really, but I miss these boys. Aged 6-9, they exude an effortless cool that many people go lifetimes without. They called me their sister, which makes me want to live in a ger next door so we can play volleyball and herd sheep everyday. So I miss them, I miss the steppe, I miss the 4-year old girl who took this photo (some editing did the trick). Blake is the exception, of course, because he’s lounging in front of me as I write and fill out applications, wearing his teal v-neck, an item that he won’t give me a chance to miss.