April 2022
April 2nd
We report that we woke up to the sound of rain on the roof, and we lay there for a long time, listening with our eyes half-closed. Throughout the day, clouds kept rolling out slowly, and the rain stopped and picked up again like an idle conversation. We kept the windows open.
April 1st
We report: Spring snow on the way, by the looks of it. Interestingly enough, the weather was a lot colder yesterday. The buds that we have seen on the trees might freeze overnight.
April 4th
We report: this is the end of the night, and we have made it to this new day with an empty sky - a blank slate, although the sky is never really that. The stars, and the dawn on the horizon, and the blue between, over and under.
April 3rd
We report: there, half of the sky grasped by the shadows, while the other still belongs to the sunlight. We are going to watch until it is completely dark and the last swath of pink fades into blue.
April 5th
We report: this is Spring, with all its rain and its muddy paths, and also with all its blue and young leaves and melted snow. We heard a woodpecker earlier, and the sound of the wind in the trees. There is going to be a lot more to see, hear, smell, and taste, this year.
April 7th
We report: the days are taking up more space than the nights lately. The sunsets do not come with the same feelings, and the nights do not get as cold. Times are changing.
April 6th
We report a storm, a kick, a shake. The wind is about to start blowing very hard, and a lot of rain is about to fall too. We are here and the storm is almost here, and everything is so quiet that it is very loud instead, just a few moments before it all snaps.
April 11th
We report altostratus undulatus, which is a type of altostratus that undulates - this is the gist of our understanding. Our expert tells us that they most often occur in the vicinity of surface inversion, as a consequence of gravity waves.
April 8th
We report cirrus uncinus on almost too bright a day. The Sun is warm, but the wind is chilly, and these two do not even out; it is quite cold indeed. We have not yet determined what kind of month this will be. Maybe, like often, it will have gone by before we do.
April 9th
We report: now is a time when we make an effort to think about the present moment. Surely, yes, tomorrow will be another day, but as far as we are concerned, this one is not quite over yet. We would like to live it to the last second; we are not ready to give up on today.
April 21st
We report: our expert parked the car a few minutes out of town, rolled down the window, and in wafted some fresh air that was coloured with the evening. They said, "do you see this?" and we said, "hard not to, really". And then, we said nothing else for a long time.
April 10th
We report, in the mountains: we attempted to track down the place where the first raindrop of the day fell, but it proved to be impossible (too many more came after that first one, it seems). We are now waiting for the last drop, so we can maybe look for that one, too.
April 12th
We report: sunshine, good light, a field of blue, some tall, white clouds rising with the air, and us, out there. We are thinking about this, specifically; our body that is so much water would have been clouds, too, at some point - and will be that, again, someday.
April 13th
We report so many stars, and yet each one is special in a different way - not necessarily in a way that we would notice from here, but for someone who knows a little bit more (our expert, maybe), each of these is part of another world, has a story written in dust and nitrogen.
April 14th
We report: we were waiting out the rain under the cover of the trees, and we are still waiting - but the Sun is coming out, and with the way its light is shining through the raindrops, we could wait forevermore, right here.
April 15th
We report: TODAY... SE wind 5 to 15 knots becoming SW. Wind waves 3 to 5 feet subsiding to 1 to 3 feet. Wind swell 2 feet at 8 seconds. Scattered showers and a slight chance of thunderstorms.
We wish you a wonderful day.
April 16th
We report: sunrises can be needlessly so beautiful - what about the times when we were not there to watch them? What about the times we missed these bright and gorgeous moments as we were sleeping? Were they just as beautiful? How many more can we afford to miss?
April 17th
We report, as of late, cirrus every day. The days of Spring being what they are, we know that the sky is more subject to change than ever, and yet; on any given day, at some point, we look up, and there are those white wispy trails woven into the blue.
April 18th
We report a bright night (the Moon, when not hidden by clouds, is still full enough to cast shadows) and our expert's sleepy face gazing up at the sky. We can hear the sounds of the train station behind us, different at night, somehow.
April 19th
We report: we marched uphill against the wind today, and it was cold and it tore tears from our eyes. The sky swirled and churned, and something up there howled and groaned; the clouds moved too quick for us to make out any lasting shapes.
April 20th
We report, suddenly, a field of sunshine. We were so sure that we had passed this exact spot just a few days ago, and there was not a drop of yellow there then, and now - now, there is nothing but.
April 22nd
We report a storm over the ocean - between two lightning strikes, the thunder that echoes in the air sounds so much louder at sea than it usually does. No seabirds in sight, today.
April 23rd
We report: this is a small bit of a cloud, and an even smaller bit of the sky. To really see it, we had to block off the Sun with one hand, and then - only then were we able to see what makes this minuscule part of the sky so special.
April 24th
We report tonight, like many nights before, we try to build a home in the sky. Here is the thing: if our home is in the sky, then we can be home anywhere.
April 25th
We report: it has not rained in a few days now, but the air today is warm and humid, and the sunlight is getting to us through water and dust. The sunset coloured the whole world red.
April 26th
We report, this morning, at a time when we think it is quite preposterous to expect us to be out and about, we are out, and about. We are walking into cloud after cloud, and our clothes are completely soaked through.
April 27th
We report: not the most eye-catching kind of cloud, but in a way, the kind that we like to watch the most. We sit for hours, guessing where the rain is going to fall first, and which cloud is going to reveal the Sun in its wake. But perhaps we say this about every type of cloud.
April 28th
We report clouds grazed by the dying sunlight of this day. The light is a red-orange, and we know about bosons, subatomic particles, the photoelectric effect, and many more words that require the use of a dictionary but never do we remember any of them while we watch the sunset.
April 29th
We report, today, the sky stayed blue and open throughout the afternoon, but the temperatures wildly fluctuated. We removed our jacket, put it back on, and added a scarf, only to remove our jacket, scarf, and sweater. It was a Spring day.
April 30th
We report: we are preparing for a moonless night. Not that we intend on staying up to witness the absence of a moon; our dedication does not reach that standard. Instead, we even think we might go to sleep earlier than usual. Deal with it, we say boldly to the faceless moon.