August 2022
August 2nd
We report altocumulus lenticularis, those stationary clouds that tend to form above mountains and other relief. In a show of the wonderfully complex forces that shape our world, these clouds are responding to turbulence in the air by forming relief of their own.
August 1st
We report, we expected the night to be at its coldest now, but it seems to be just as warm as the day was. We have a fan on, and the window is cracked open (enough that we can hear crickets outside), but it is too hot to sleep. We are counting the blinking satellites in the sky.
August 4th
We report, these first few days of August, the wind has been bringing us a lull in our summer. Just a little less warm, just a little less dry - short showers in moments least expected. Our expert tells us this happens every summer. We do not remember what summer used to be like.
August 3rd
We report: it looks as though the sun is not willing to set today. It is lying all flat against the horizon (like we lay in our bed this morning when we decided that we were going to sleep in). The sky is still a light blue, the clouds are still bright - this day might never end.
August 5th
We report: we think the stars have been moved, we are quite certain that there might even be more of them. Sure, our planet "spins", and our sun "revolves" around the centre of our galaxy, which apparently explains why we do not always see the same stars, but this is different.
August 7th
We report: about the sky this morning, it was so early and it was already so alive. We were caught by surprise. There was condensation dripping down the windows, the trees were swaying in the wind, and there were birds too; so much going on, and our eyes were only half open.
August 6th
We report that when the rain started falling tonight, we stayed close to the windows in order to catch the lightning. Every second on Earth, there are about 44 lightning strikes happening; we were happy enough to catch a few of them through the clouds.
August 11th
We report: there are moments in summer when everything seems just right. There; the day is winding down. The sun is setting, and there is a little bit of a breeze. It smells like warm grass, but it is not so hot anymore. It is almost so perfect that we do not know what to do.
August 8th
We report, last December, we thought about how arbitrary the end of the year is. We are thinking about it now, with these clouds going by like the credits scrolling up at the end of a movie. This could be the end of the year, and we would be ready to start a new one tomorrow.
August 9th
We report: this is a warm and grey day, and there is more water than oxygen in the air. We stepped outside and immediately started sweating. Still - no rain. The clouds are moving fast, and we think that the sky might even go back to that endless blue in just a few hours.
August 21st
We report: there have been many showers in the past week, and even some days when the rain would not let up. Today, the sky opened up, and the white sunlight felt a lot brighter than we remembered. Our expert pointed out that "it hasn't been that long!". We told them to be quiet.
August 10th
We report for this night: the sky is preparing itself for sleep, painted exactly one shade darker with every minute that passes. Clouds taking over slowly, like curtains getting drawn over an infinity, like the tide coming in. We feel tired enough to be grateful for the dark.
August 12th
We report radiation fog on a calm morning, early for the season. The night was clear and there was almost no wind, so the layers of air in the atmosphere stayed separate - dry in the upper levels, and humid near the ground, where it soon reached its dew point.
August 13th
We report: we have been on a hike the whole day, it is the middle of the afternoon, and the sun is at its zenith. Our expert's hair is all frizzy, surrounding their face like a halo in the sunshine, and their cheeks have gotten rosy from the effort of the walk.
August 14th
We report, before the rain started falling, we watched the clouds come in with a sense of glee. We were not quite sure whether they were bringing rain at first, but then the sky darkened and the clouds thickened, and soon enough, we could barely see through the sheets of rain.
August 15th
We report: the sky has been cloudy at night through the peak of the perseids, and even now it remains so - but we have managed to find a few shooting stars in the space between the clouds. We take deep breaths in the dark to shake the stars behind our eyes.
August 16th
We report, down on the ground where the rain has made pools, the air is a little bit chilly and smells like wet rock, mineral and organic, solid. Up there, the colours are all layered up, sediments made out of ice and sunlight. The rainwater is slowly sinking into the earth.
August 17th
We report: the days of August are still long, and the shadows that the sun casts on these days are still short. The sky is still full of dust, with the horizon permanently clouded over. But even then, we can feel how summer is now beginning to stretch thinner.
August 18th
We report, in between two dreams (nonsense dreams, foggy images and whispers, barely more than that), the sky is coming alive before the sun has even risen. The blue light that is coming through the window is not enough to make us open our eyes all the way.
August 19th
We report: it is a day for storms, heavy and muggy. Everyone that we have met today has been a little bit antsy, a little bit touchy. No storms yet, so far, although the cloud formation in the sky is enough to make us think something is bound to happen.
August 20th
We report a green flash at sunset. We were not looking to see a green flash today - you do not really plan out these things, you see. It felt like it was already too late for it to happen. We were ready to go home, but we looked back one last time, and that is when we saw it.
August 22nd
We report, from the moon watch: we still have a moon. Everyone may now sleep soundly, search parties may stop looking, babies can stop crying, and the sun can finish setting, for the moon is still shining up there. We are certainly eager for some well-deserved rest.
August 23rd
We report: the wind is coming from a cardinal point that we did not know existed until now, and it is making noises that are akin to some we have heard in scary movies. We think that this means autumn might be on the way, though the day is still warm.
August 24th
We report that we do not fully understand most things, on account of them being numerous and infinitely complex. One thing that we do fully understand, though: in the event of a good sunrise or sunset, it is paramount that we stop and stare for no less than a full minute.
August 25th
We report receiving truly impressive amounts of rain on our face under a sky that was not even that cloudy to begin with. We could swear that there was this one incredibly heavy cloud that would float out of sight, only to come back when the wind turned. We felt targeted, too.
August 26th
We report: the day was warm and bright today - also, we got sunburnt on the nose because we forgot to reapply sunscreen. Just before sunset, though, the air got very humid, and then pretty cold. We noticed that the change in weather did not mean that our nose hurt any less.
August 27th
We report, this morning, we woke up early because we had not closed the window last night. There were moths on the walls, dew on the window frame, and also mosquito bites on our legs. The room was freezing, but bathed in a pink light that kept our spirits high even as we sneezed.
August 28th
We report: this wheat has not been harvested yet; we are not too sure why. Maybe in this place, winter wheat gets harvested later than what we are used to. In the meantime, the field is still but noisy, full of cicadas, and the sky is leaden. The heat in between is crushing.
August 29th
We report: summer is waning, the sun's course is getting lower in the sky every day. We are thinking about when the season began, and we did not want to part with spring - but the feeling is always a little bit more complicated with summer. It is a different type of melancholia.
August 30th
We report, today, our expert told us that cirrus let some solar radiation through, but they keep warm air from rising, which may stop storms from fully forming. No storm in sight though, and this morning, we are raising the collar of our jacket against the wind.
August 31st
We report an erosion in the sky tonight - hard to tell whether the sun was trying to eat at the clouds, or the clouds were latching onto the sun, wrapping themselves around it and swallowing it. If we could tear clouds right down the middle, maybe there would be sunshine there.