June 2024

Digital painting of a sunset sky, a lonely, burgeoning cloud rising up and lighting up in orange shades. The sky behind is a blue-grey, the clouds below are a dark grey.

June 2nd

We report: the wild strawberries are reddening, the poppies and the thistles are flowering. We are in the space between the beginning of meteorological summer and the beginning of astronomical summer, which makes for petty, useless debates in daily conversations.

Digital painting of a dusk sky, almost entirely covered in dark blue clouds, with only a stripe of light blue in the lower tier of the frame. There is a touch of yellow light touching the clouds in the middle of the frame.

June 1st

We report: there it is, this is June, to the East between the clouds. We try to remember what it was like the previous year, walking into summer, but we can barely recollect anything. It all gets lost in the heat, maybe, but we hear the beginnings of a shower at this very moment.

Digital painting: a massive storm cloud is taking up most of the sky, but there is some blue visible in the background. The underbelly of the cumulonimbus is a very dark grey.

June 4th

We report: there was the rumble of thunder a few times before we realised what it was, and by then, the storm was on the horizon. We looked out for some rain, or lightning, but it was all long gone. The sky cleared out in a few minutes, and we felt at a bit of a loss.

Digital painting of a countryside landscape, a view of some green fields stretching out across the horizon. The sky is blue, full of voluminous white clouds that are arranged in rows.

June 3rd

We report from our vantage point: we cannot seem to find a high enough hill to see above the clouds. We have compromised for feeling a bit taller than usual, and it is worth it to watch the shadows that the clouds cast on the fields. We feel a misplaced sense of superiority.

Digital painting of a dark blue sky, hints of purple in the lower tier of the frame. There are dark blue clouds at the top and bottom of the frame, and two neighbour stars are shining in between.

June 5th

We report: it is very late, and looking out to the west, the sun has been extremely stubborn about setting, the greedy thing. The last of the purple light is just beginning to fade, and the first stars appear behind the clouds. Tonight, we see Castor and Pollux before any other.

Digital painting of a blue sky filled with wispy cirrus, thin, see through veils of white draped across the whole frame.

June 7th

We report about an afternoon in early June: it smells like the flowering privet hedge we are walking along, something heady and fresh. Our knees are a garish green. We knelt in the grass to watch a stag beetle totter through a field earlier, and then followed it on all fours.

Digital painting of a sunset sky, bright orange, covered in long and thin red clouds. In the higher tier of the frame, fuzzy purple clouds with red rims float.

June 6th

We report: colours are leaking all over the floor, a mess that we keep slipping over. A hot soup of sunset. It has been a long day full of cold spots, and though it has only gotten colder in the evening, our face feels sunburnt. Night construction begins in the neighbourhood.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky filled with messy white clouds of different sizes and shapes.

June 11th

We report around midday under an ambivalent sky. We have got one arm in the sunshine, and the other in the shade, and we cannot figure out what we feel. The clouds seem indecisive in their own way, soaring, growing and breaking up into slipshod bits with bedraggled edges.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky, dark grey with faded pink tones, and yellow in the highlights.

June 8th

We report: we barely feel like we have slept at all. It looks like the morning clouds might be the same ones we saw disappear into the darkness at midnight. Our expert's yawns fog up their glasses, and we see rain in their eyes. At the station, an overhead line buzzes dryly.

Digital painting of a starry night sky, with a few constellations clearly visible, and a tiny, waxing moon crescent above the horizon. The horizon itself glows golden at the centre of the frame from the recent sunset. There is the silhouette of a tre

June 9th

We report shortly before our bedtime: the sky is rather clear, but there is some amount of humidity that has made itself noticed after sunset. It has created a bloom in the atmosphere, and we are meeting the dew point. We wipe our face continually as the moon shyly glows.

Digital painting of a yellow full moon in a dusk sky, a gradient of bluish-grey to dark blue, with a couple of small clouds floating nearby.

June 21st

We report: it has been rainy enough over the past month that we have not had a chance to watch the moon change shapes. It looks especially large now, with the horizon to compare it to; a presence we had not realised we missed. We hope to see it again before the night is over.

Digital painting of a sunset sky; a bit of a greenish, dark orange tint to it. The clouds are long and thin, shades of dark red and purple-grey.

June 10th

We report: it has been a few days with little to no wind, and we had already forgotten how a good breeze feels. Tonight, the clouds only stay long enough in the sky to put on a few colours. The wind has a bit of a chill to it, gives a good shake to our jumbled thoughts.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky; the shapes of the clouds are similar to the surface of the sea, seen from underneath. They're grey-blue, with highlights of light grey.

June 12th

We report: we have got some familiarity with asperitas at this point in time. We even know to look out for them in certain atmospheric conditions. Today, the air is thick and heavy, but there is no storm system on the approach. The clouds consider the concept of abstraction.

Digital painting of a dusk landscape: a dark street after sunset, with some power lines and stone walls, a parked car, trees in the distance. The cloudy sky is a dark blue, with some light still coming through the clouds in the lower tier.

June 13th

We report on a crisp evening, with the sun holding out until we are home to blink. We can feel the nippy wind on the back of our neck, but we have kept warm by walking long paces uphill. Our face feels hot, and our icy fingers burn when we touch our cheeks. Summer is still away.

Digital painting of a sunset: dark blue-grey clouds scattered across a gradient of pastel blue and yellow. The tops of the clouds are backlit in orange, and right in the middle of the horizon, the sun is brightly coming through. Roofs and antennas.

June 14th

We report: we had to investigate the sunset in order to see it. We first saw it in the east, the houses that were lit orange, and then above us, the golden rims on the dusk dark clouds. It took us a long time to find a breach among buildings, but we did, and the light poured out.

Digital painting of a blue sky, covered in delicate cloud structures akin to calm, white waves.

June 15th

We report about cirrocumulus, a few miles above us - as they tend to be. Humidity and cold air have met, and now we are able to get a look at gravity waves in a way we hardly ever do. We can only wonder as to the type of butterfly that could have fluttered its wings like this.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky, dark slate grey at the bottom, bordering on light blue at the top, different opacities and shades. There is a more defined cloud shape floating around the middle of the frame, a lighter shade of grey.

June 16th

We report: we watch the retreating storm clouds while the broken gutter is still flooding the pavement. There is a dandelion that is dancing frantically under the constant stream of water, and some gravel from recent construction is running down the street. The sun comes out.

Digital painting of a dark landscape at night. The ocean is very still, there are huge, brooding, dark grey clouds in the sky; a single purple lightning bolt stands on the horizon, faintly reflected in the water.

June 17th

We report: the thunderstorm lived and died before dawn, a quiet affair that no one really seemed to have noticed when we asked in the morning. The thunder was a low rumble, something we only heard because we were awake, watching the will-o'-the-wisps light up the horizon.

Digital painting of a sunrise sky in bright colours, a blue-green shot through with orange and pink clouds, and a few darker grey ones. There is a flock of small birds flying through the frame.

June 18th

We report: our alarm is supposed to go off in about one hour and change, but we have consistently been waking up with the sunrise, even through thick curtains. We attribute this to the proximity of the solstice. The sky insists on vibrancy, straining against our lack of sleep.

Digital painting of some burgeoning, voluminous clouds in the blue sky. There is strong contrast in the lights and shadows.

June 19th

We report: our eyes have been wandering back to the sky all afternoon, as the clouds grew more and more ambitious. We picked up some odd shapes in the blue early on, and our expert took note of the plummeting atmospheric pressure. The sky filled up with updrafts and downdrafts.

Digital painting of a dark, cloudy sky, with rain filling up the frame. The top half is an especially dark grey, with jagged edges that cut off to a lighter bottom half.

November 20th

We report that today, we noticed how close to the horizon the Sun was. Those were the times when the Sun was visible, which it was not always. At other points, we did not notice anything, as we were not looking at the sky. Perhaps there was more to notice. We did not notice more.

Digital painting of a sunset sky above some dark trees. The clouds are long and thin, bright orange, catching the sunlight in their multiple ridges. The sky behind is the pale blue-grey of the evening.

June 22nd

We report on a long evening: there is that sunny smell that is still lingering in the air, something ozonic and bright. We expected to feel warm for it as well, but the air is very humid among the trees. We are dancing awkwardly in place to attempt to ward off the cold.

Digital painting of a blue sky, with some burgeoning, white clouds in the lower tier of the frame that would have been towering, once, but seem to have collapsed on the side. They still held their shape in the fall.

June 23rd

We report: we watched the clouds rise with great interest this afternoon. Our expert was certain that they would mature into cumulonimbus, and we had no good reason to disagree, but we secretly wanted them to be wrong. The clouds fell down on their sides, a failed little storm.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky made up of dark grey waves that barely let the light through. The upper half of the frame is a lighter grey, but just as cloudy. There are three black birds flying across the frame.

June 24th

We report in late June, the early summer days: the weather has been odd, in a familiar way. It is a succession of muggy days that do not know where they are going. As a result, we gave up on trying to guess ourselves, and now sit in the liminal space between sunshine and rain.

Digital painting of a pre-dawn scene in the countryside, a grey, cloudy sky with dusk blue undertones. There is a forest in the distance, and then fields surrounding a narrow road that is bending to the right-hand side.

June 25th

We report: we are trying to figure out whether we are merely imagining the blush in this dusk sky. There is a myriad of birds in the fields this morning, all involved in a feedback loop to show who is the loudest of them all. Our expert is attempting to whistle back at them.

Digital painting of a sunset scene. There are some trees and a few buildings on the horizon, and the sun is wedged between two houses, casting pink rays into the sky. The sky is mostly cloudy, a purple-grey tone that goes to pink as it goes down.

June 26th

We report in our dusk wanderings: there is a shard of sun set between two buildings, snug like a precious stone. Though it is almost gone, the pavement is still radiating heat, and the air is still shimmering with it. There is a slow breeze a few feet above our head.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky partially covered with contrails and similarly small to medium clouds of various shapes.

June 27th

We report: today was not as warm, and we felt some amount of satisfaction from watching the sky cloud over a little bit. We are not quite expecting precipitation of any kind yet, but we appreciate feeling like a solid again - as opposed to the melting mess we were yesterday.

Digital painting of a foggy countryside landscape. There is a green field of grass in the foreground, and gradually disappearing trees in the background. The sky is a milky white.

June 28th

We report sometime in the afternoon: the fog will not lift up. It is not so thick as to seriously hinder our ability to get around, but it is doing a lot for the atmosphere. We are not entirely sure we woke up this morning. This could be us ambling through a dream.

Digital painting of a night sky, dark blue, partly cloudy, with a glowing, yellow, waning crescent moon floating there. There are some branches hanging from the top of the frame.

June 29th

We report some faint hints of twilight at the tail end of night. Bats are still out and busy, the flaps of their wings surrounding us as they swoop to our level. There is a shiver in the trees, shaking out some dew into our hair. We think about our expert, asleep in their bed.

Digital painting of a sunset sky, purple with a light pink veil in the lower half of the frame. There are small pink and purple clouds floating there.

June 30th

We report: none of our expert's windows face westwards. They have a splendid view of the sunrise in the morning, but they can only ever make out the dregs of sunsets, and only when they lean far out of the window. To them, the sunset is mostly pink brushstrokes in the east.

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