It is 1914. Someday soon we will find ourselves standing outside the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg, frost forming on our mustachios or driving us to stow our fur-trimmed hands in buffs and wraps.
Our watches will read noon.
But in distant Vladivostok it will already be 6:46 in the evening.
In Kazan, some 1,400 miles away, it will be 1:15 in the afternoon.
In Kishinev, meanwhile, 1,600 miles to the south, the morning will not end for 16 minutes.