My wife loves the snow. She's miserable in the heat, but when the weather turns cold, her mood lightens and she feels alive. That's why she refused to live in Bali, but was willing to move to Mongolia, in spite of the weather and the smog. For anyone who's been to Bali, this is hard to grasp. The only thing Mongolia and Bali have in common is the time zone.
We are in Kiev for the holidays. Soft flakes are slowly falling, and everything is covered in white. Crisp and bright, just as she likes it. Her face is glowing, beautifully, inside her furry, black hood.
I don't think I will ever convince her to move back to Indonesia. But going back to Mongolia will not be a problem.