It's the first of December and yesterday was the first night it froze. The ice crystals on the grass  crunch under my shoes. Now it's day and according to my thermometer it is 7 degrees Celcius. Surely not that cold, or at least I'm not cold at this exact moment. The funny thing is that one day it is 11 degrees and I'm cold to my bones and no matter what I try I don't warm up. And another day it is 2 degrees, and I wear only one sweater all day, and I'm completely comfortable with the cold. But  everyday there comes a moment when my breath forms clouds, either in the morning, during the day or in the evening. By night, my breath forms tiny water drops on my sheets and blankets, all in all, it really is slowly becoming winter.