It's -25°C (-13°F) in Kyiv now.
At 6 a.m. yesterday, when it was still dark, I thought I felt the cold pressing with all its weight on every inch of our huge windows. It was scary. Like being in outer space.
A dear Malaysian friend whose birthday is on Dec. 6 pointed out a while ago that Marta is a December baby, too - and I still don't know what to make of it, because the notion of December, as of anything else, is so relative.
It's +25°C (+77°F) in Kuala Lumpur now.