May 2021

Digital painting of two large clouds meeting in the blue sky, nicely backlit by the sun.

January 2nd

We report: all things considered - and we certainly did consider all of the things, we did - the sky has not been very different from what it was before the new year. We are starting to wonder what was all the fuss. Although we are quite happy with the sky the way it was, and is.

Digital painting of a clear sunrise sky, pastel blue through orange gradient with just a few wispy yellow clouds across the frame. The sky stretches above a snowy field with a line of bare trees on the horizon.

January 1st

We report about the tentative first lights of the new year, not all that bright or vibrant yet, which is more than fine by us. We have not yet cleared the ashes of the past year, and it will take us a little bit more time still. We took the wind with us through the night.

Digital painting of a night sky completely filled with stars, the milky way visible. Behind the stars, the shades of darkness vary in hue. There is a large tree standing in the way, its black silhouette stark against the sky.

January 4th

We report: we went to the planetarium with our expert, once. We spent an hour watching as we got further, and further away from Earth, then the solar system, our galaxy, and then our galaxy group, until there was nowhere to go anymore. We got brought home, to our beating heart.

Digital painting of a cloudy dark sky, almost blue in its greys. A building and some trees stand on each side of the frame, bleached by some intense sunlight coming from off frame.

January 3rd

We report from under this leaden sky, one that will collapse under its own weight any second. Everything was night-dark until the sun came out - from where, we cannot tell, and the light is moving in waves, but it is bright enough to get us squinting. It already smells like rain.

Digital painting of a dark sunset sky, cloudy, dark purples and oranges with a few bright orange highlights.

January 5th

We report about a really long sunset. It kept on going, to the point where it was a little rude. The way it was, we were standing there, nowhere to sit, and we were already late for something. We would make to go, look back, realise that we really had to stay. Just cannot leave.

Digital painting of a grey, cloudy sky. The mass of clouds is casting a dark shadow into the other clouds underneath. There is a small corner of blue sky in the top left-hand side of the frame. A white bird is flying through.

January 7th

We report about this January day, the coldest it has been in this (unknown) place for this winter so far. The air is crisp, chilly, and brittle, all of those things, and we have no gloves, so our hands are becoming all those things, as well as "purple". It is starting to hail.

Digital painting of a blue sky filled with white and grey clouds of different shapes.

January 6th

We report: the wind blew from the north this afternoon, which was fine. We do not know if it was the reason the sky was this blue, or the sun was this bright, but surely not, yes? Here, the wind usually blows from the southwest, so we would not know. It happened anyway.

Digital painting of a cloudy grey sky with some gulls flying there; the light from the sunrise is colouring them orange on their underbelly.

January 11th

We report: good morning, we would like to draw attention to a lovely and unexpected event occurring at this moment. Would you please look up to the clouds and notice how, though the sky is largely grey, the gulls flying overhead are tinted orange by the sunrise light? Thank you.

Digital painting of a pre-dawn sky over some roofs. The sky is the deep blue of dusk, with some clouds of a darker blue, and a single star shining.

January 8th

We report: our universe has a lot of void in it, places where there is no sound or light or air. Knowing this, we feel quite lucky to exist in one of the places where there is sound and light and air, in a way that sometimes makes us very happy - like this freezing, full morning.

Digital painting of a snowy country landscape at sunrise, pink sunlight casting colours onto white fields. The sky is mostly grey, but a band of clear sky is tinted yellow above the horizon.

January 9th

We report about our dear, small winter sun still struggling to do very much, still looking a little peaky till noon and after noon as well. Are we to blame the poor thing on an icy morning such as this one, though? Or are we projecting onto it our own unwillingness to wake up?

Digital painting of a pastel sunrise sky above a frozen field, with a few lines of trees in the mist in the distance.

January 21st

We report about the layer of ice covering everything, including the sky, including us. We are concerned that our eyeballs will freeze if we do not keep blinking. We are not seeing any birds this morning, and we are also worried that they might be frozen onto branches somewhere.

Digital painting of a blue sea, rather calm, under a pale blue sky with an agglomerate of white and light grey clouds on the horizon. There are a few rocks peeking out of the ocean.

January 10th

We report: today, we did not get too close to the shore. It is a little scary, the winter sea, sharp and icy. We cannot tell whether the salt that we are tasting on our face is from the sea or the tears that the cold wind pulled from our eyes. Same difference, is it not?

Digital painting of some low mountains at nightfall, a town visible by its lights under a dark blue-grey sky. In the sky, an opening through which pastel yellow can be seen.

January 12th

We report: in the hollow of a valley, sleepy lightning bugs. There is grey little light dragging itself through the air like it does not want to be here, and we are cold with our hands in our pockets and our nose in our scarf and our ears exposed and bright red (nobody sees).

Digital painting of a pale blue sky with clouds covering the bottom portion of the frame, grey but lit bright orange by the sunset light. Another tiny grey cloud floats above, in the very centre of the frame.

January 13th

We report about everything happening in front of our eyes all day every day. You see, sometimes we do not think about it all that much, and then we get attacked by all of it all at once. All this to say, tonight, there was a lot of light and sound, and we felt it very intensely.

Digital painting of a golden, feather-like cloud in a blue sky.

January 14th

We report: a rare day when it feels as cold down here as it looks like it is up there. We think the clouds we are producing with our breath look quite similar to the ones we can see in the sky, and also the feathers of frost that have formed on the window. Cirrus vertebratus.

Digital painting of a dark grey cloudy sky; there is a mass of even darker clouds suspended at the bottom of the frame.

January 15th

We report, so far, no rain. There is nonetheless the suspicion of rain in the near future, which is a concept that may sometimes loom over us in the same fashion that actual rain would. The clouds look very much soaked through, such that we really wish we could wring them out.

Digital painting of a dark, deep blue, starry sky; a few thin cirrus are floating across the lower right corner of the frame.

January 16th

We report: here is a rather clear night, and for its trouble, our face is so cold that it hurts when we open our mouth to complain about it. Our expert has lent their too-big scarf to us, but, truly, any port in a storm. The stars will have to wait until more clement nights.

Digital painting of a sunset sky, a little hazy, partly cloudy. The colours of the clouds are orange, blue, purple, and there is more of that behind the clouds, only pastel.

January 17th

We report about spending time wishing for time, and the time lost there. Maybe time spent watching the sky counts double, and if so, we will have lived double the time. We have surely given much of our time to the sky, we certainly feel it has given much of it back. What a treat.

Digital painting of a light blue sky, partly cloudy. The clouds are sparse, a light grey colour, close to white in the sunshine.

January 18th

We report: the blue of the sky seems less than confident, today. We can only conclude that the ceaseless rain from past days has washed out all the blue from the sky, leaving it to barely muster a bit of cornflower. Not that we care, we can appreciate any and all shades of blue.

Digital painting of a dark grey sky filled with white clouds of different sizes and shapes.

January 19th

We report for our month of January so far, and by extension, the year: water, water, water. The earth is so full of water that no more can penetrate it. It is waterlogged, it squishes and squashes; fresh rainwater sits upon it in pools and puddles. Rivers crawl out of their beds.

Digital painting of a blue, purple, and pink sky before sunrise, with a few dark blue clouds sprinkled here and there. Some buildings with a few lit windows are showing at the bottom of the frame, and some birds are flying in the distance.

January 20th

We report: good morning - it is very early, but we wanted to bid good morning to you. We are wearing the whole shebang, scarf, and gloves, and hat, but we can still feel the chilly air close to our skin. The wind burns our eyes, and pre-dawn looks a little bit blurry.

Digital painting of some wispy, white cirrus fanned out across the blue sky, and a contrail running across the bottom edge of the frame. There are power lines slicing the sky in different pieces all over.

January 22nd

We report: we have missed a train today, but we can only hope that the train dearly missed us in return. We waited at the station for the next one for a long time, watched people get off and on different trains until it got too cold for us to wait outside. Wispy cirrus.

Digital painting of a big dark grey cloud lit golden in the top right corner of the frame, a small piece of blue sky visible there.

January 23rd

We report about the deep-seated desire that we have of knowing the sky. We have always wanted that, understanding and appreciating all the nuances of the sky for what they are. And though everyday we learn more, at some point light shines in a special way, and we know nothing.

Digital painting of a full moon among clouds at night, with the black silhouettes of bare branches dividing the frame into pieces.

May 24th

We report: the clouds made up of smoke and layered up so as to catch as many colours as possible, smooth plumes of vapour flattened up against the top of the sky. It was all good and fine in that moment.

Digital painting of a pastel pink sky filled with brighter pink clouds, purple in their shadows.

January 25th

We report after the rain this afternoon, the evening breeze has shooed away a few of the clouds, the ones that were not tethered to this here place like some others are. In this doing, a little bit of pink light has come and graced our transition to the night. More, please.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky filled with sparse clouds, all rather small, some fluffy, some flat and thin, getting smaller over the horizon.

January 26th

We report: there is sunshine there is sunshine there is sunshine. It is still January, but it is not just in our head that the Sun is generally higher in the sky. A little bit over nine hours, the day is. Nothing changes, really, yet everything is different, this year again.

Digital painting of a snowy countryside landscape, hazy in the distance. There is a fence of barbed wire in the foreground, and falling snow.

January 27th

We report on a winter morning: there was a robin and a few hares, blending in with the snowy grass. The snowflakes were heavy enough that we could hear them fall around us. We could smell the cold air until our nose started running. Grey sludge on the side of salted roads.

Digital painting of a small house in the middle of a field at night. Two of its windows are lit, and a little bit of smoke is coming out of the chimney. There are a few trees on the horizon. The sky is a cloudy dark grey.

January 28th

We report: it is after nightfall, but there are still many sparrows chattering in the trees. The air is dank out here, and as we walk, we can feel condensation forming on our face, the white puffs of our breath dissolving into the night. Our expert walks a few steps behind us.

Digital painting of a cloudy sunset sky, bright golden light cast on mammatus clouds, visually striking, pocket-like clouds, creating sharp shadows underneath.

January 29th

We report, quickly, in a manner that should be brief enough that the sky will not be too completely different when we look back at it; very much happening at this moment. A lot of the light and shadows happening, a lot of the wind, and us and our expert, eyes wide, gaping mouth.

Digital painting of a blue sky covered in clouds of all kinds of shapes, a mish-mash of different shades of light grey and white.

January 30th

We report: good news here for all of us in that the sky has not fallen yet. We think about this a lot, perhaps too much. We know the odds are low, or at least about the same as just about anything else. We still worry at times, but it is nice that the sky has not fallen yet.

Digital painting of a dark blue restless ocean under a grey, opaque sky.

January 31st

We report sometime around sunrise (what sun, rising from where, one might ask on this cloudy morning). The light, weak and mournful, does not weigh enough to reach down the deep blue dark of the ocean. The sea, torn by the wind, is busy frothing and making everything capsize.

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