March 2024

Digital painting of a blue sky, overtaken by all sorts of clouds, dark grey with jagged edges. The biggest one is an anvil, white and grey, sprawled out across the whole width of the frame, flat across its top.

March 2nd

We report cumulonimbus capillatus incus, one iteration out of many these past few days. It rains, all the time, in a different way every time. The clouds stretch out on all the layers of the atmosphere, blinding white, frayed, watery grey, set, dusty blue, fuzzy, gossamer thin.

Digital painting of a blue and purple sky partly covered in long, thin, bright pink clouds.

March 1st

We report: a blaze, a bright thing scraping the lowest clouds. For all intents and purposes, the sun had set. It had gone past the horizon after a perfectly good sunset, and then had decided it was not content with the effect it had produced. A wild last flash in the night.

Digital painting of a dark night sky with dark purple clouds, and just a few, faint stars dotting the black.

March 4th

We report: the moon will not rise for another few hours still, and it is too thin to reflect much light at this point of the cycle, but the clouds are lit as though touched by moonlight. Other than that - pitch black sky, scarce pinholes of stars on the velvet vault.

Digital painting of a grey, rainy sky over a grey sea, a rocky beach and the coast in the distance. A spot of sunshine is coming through the clouds on the left-hand side of the frame, low.

March 3rd

We report about how we got here at low tide on a sunny day, and then everything changed very quickly. The sea started rising fast, and we had to play tag with it as it licked our heels; then we saw the rain come in, a thick, dense wall, and we knew exactly where it was going.

Digital painting of a sunrise sky in pastel colours, wispy peach and purple clouds against the pale blue behind.

March 5th

We report about another morning with the sun, and with the wind the wind the wind. We could do with standing still at the moment, but the wind is right behind us, the exact right spot to push us forward. No time to look at the face of today. Maybe tonight we will know it better.

Digital painting of a heavy, cloudy sky, light grey in the top half of the frame, dark grey in the bottom one. The clouds merge into one another, the rain descends from the sky, and a small, bright piece of rainbow emerges from the top half.

March 7th

We report a small piece of rainbow. How utterly and endlessly wonderful it is, to get the privilege of observing the full spectrum of perceivable colours with our own two eyes, in nature no less. How fascinating it is that we can expect to have this experience in life.

Digital painting of some clouds caught in the sun against the blue sky. The clouds contain stark contrasts between where the sun hits them, and where it doesn't. The light forms delicate structures at their edges.

March 6th

We report: spring is to come, once again. We are taking small steps in the liminal space between seasons. The weather pendulum fluctuates wildly, constantly oscillating from winter to spring, and back to winter again. Despite everything, it stirs something in us.

Digital painting of a wide sky above a dark countryside landscape. The sky is mostly cloudy, a diagonal line of light splitting it between white and dark grey. Above the horizon, some lighter grey clouds stacked against each other. Among fields, a fe

March 11th

We report about the sun cutting through the sky after it got all wrung out - the walk in the rain that got us mud on our knees and up to our elbows, smelling of pennies and petrichor until we got home. Even then, it got caught in our nose, something green, and watery, and deep.

Digital painting of a dusk sky, bluish-green and dark blue with dark purple clouds, tinted pink on their underbelly. The clouds are big, long, and fuzzy.

March 8th

We report: a walk in the dark, high humidity, low atmospheric pressure, dew point of 6°C. There is a cat skittering just out of sight, following and running from us all at once. We never see what it looks like exactly, but it waits for us at the edges of the shadows sometimes.

Digital painting of a bright yellow-orange sunrise sky, long and thin clouds spread out across the frame, catching the yellow sunlight . A small bird flies on the right-hand side of the frame.

March 9th

We report about a morning we stumbled upon, lost as we were in the night. It seems that we are never ready for those sunrises that are bright and cheery, ones that light up the whole sky like it is some sort of occasion. We feel brittle under the flood of the blustering light.

Digital painting of a sunset sky, grey clouds curled around the sun that is still peeking out, tinting everything in shades of orange, catching the edges of the clouds.

March 21st

We report about a conspiracy: the clouds are swallowing the sun, curling around it, smothering it as though they could snuff it out if they tried hard enough. We know from experience that this is something the sun will come back from. We still stare with a low level of anxiety.

Digital painting of a wispy cloud glowing with multiple pastel colours, orange and pink, yellow, a little bit of green and blue as well. The sky behind is a dusty blue-grey.

March 10th

We report: in a corner of the sun where the light leaks out in oily streaks, we found something that we could see with our naked eyes. Hours later, it sticks, persistent, a brazen stroke of odd colours that we are not all that familiar with. The clouds have long gone.

Digital painting of a dark blue and purple night sky filled with stars, some of them shining with a brightly-coloured glow - blue, pink, purple.

March 12th

We report: we have to watch the stars so that they will not fall, that is our job, we are paid for it - or so our expert says. We do not mind. It is late and our eyes feel very dry, but we could keep watching for the rest of the night, if we are allowed to blink a few times.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky at sunrise, muted blue and purple, save for the stripe of pink and orange light glowing in the lower tier of the frame. A few thin clouds stretch out in that light as well.

March 13th

We report a kind little path to daylight, nothing so bright as to be considered rude in the early morning. We bumped into our expert in the kitchen last night, an apparition glowing in the refrigerator's light. We stayed up after that; the sunrise meets our tired, bleary eyes.

Digital painting of a blue sky, half-clouded over. The clouds are white and grey, fuzzy at their jagged edges, tinted slightly yellow with the light.

March 14th

We report: in the dip of the curve on the bump in the cycle of daylight, we managed to pinpoint the precise moment when yellow light started to walk into the sky. At the very least, one moment it was not there, and the next, it was. Things of the sky work between intervals.

Digital painting: a mostly cloudy sky, dark blue and fuzzy in the higher two thirds of the frame, burgeoning, yellow-white in the lower left corner. There are small pieces of dark clouds scattered over the pale blue sky in between.

March 15th

We report about the many blinks lost in the wind, untied shoelaces dipped in puddles, the mangled, blue, sodden clouds. The cars hiss on shiny roads, a sharp white noise that splashed the hems on our trousers. The sun will set soon after a day of hiding (a recipe for insomnia).

Digital painting of a clear evening sky, just a few, thin, blue-grey clouds scattered across the frame. There is the black silhouette of a pointy roof in the lower right corner, and the moon, right in the centre of the frame. It is a crescent, glowin

March 16th

We report: waxing crescent moon descending, a little bit over a week before the full moon. We almost missed it behind buildings and trees, but when we saw it, the sky was darkening just enough that it stood out. A bright spot among the scattered evening clouds.

Digital painting of a sunset sky, greyish-blue because of the evening light, filled with bright orange, wispy clouds.

March 17th

We report about the saffron light this evening, something that fell over the world with the finality that is granted by sunsets. After a muggy day, the end of the afternoon has come to unravel the clouds, pulling all the threads until blue was visible through the stitches.

Digital painting of an intricate formation of transparent white clouds in a bright blue sky.

March 18th

We report: for this sky, on a day such as this one, we have to wonder whether we are completely clear on the definition of "cloud". Are these clouds blue or white? What counts as "cloud"? And how can we count these clouds? The more we stare, the more confusion arises.

Digital painting of a dark, cloudy sky; complex cloud formations, white at the top, then dark blue-grey where the clouds flatten at the bottom. Underneath, rain falls in sheets. Above, a small patch of blue sky right in the middle.

March 19th

We report in the beginning of the afternoon; from our vantage point, we can see the light struggle to make it through the clouds very well. It trickles down sluggishly, caught in pits and ditches of steam. Where the rain falls, way down there, it is dark and opaque.

Digital painting of a landscape at dusk, all dark silhouettes of trees, distant houses and power lines. The sky is a gradient of dark blue to orange, a bird flies across it. Jupiter is also there, a bright white dot in an otherwise clear sky.

March 20th

We report: this is Jupiter, right there, bright and lonely. We could pretend that we knew this right off the bat, but it would be wrong. Jupiter has been in our sky for more than a few nights now, and we have pointed and asked "what's this one, then" for most of them.

Digital painting of a few white clouds in a bright blue sky, all different sizes and shapes, all in the same general region of the sky.

March 22nd

We report: the fashion of travelling amongst clouds is extremely orderly today, exemplary behaviour we think. They are all, to the best of their ability, arranged in a row, moving at an appropriate, reasonable speed. We can appreciate an effort at reining chaos in (good luck!).

Wax pastel drawing of a bright orange lightning bold in the night sky, tinted purple behind dark blue clouds.

March 23rd - 4 AM

We report about spring thunderstorms, which we had somehow forgotten existed - quite the feat, since our expert mentioned them just as spring arrived. We managed to observe a few lightning bolts, which remained etched onto our retinas until we went back to sleep.

Wax pastel drawing of a pre-dawn sky, blue, slightly green, largely covered with very dark blue clouds. There is a faint, lit lamppost at the very bottom of the frame.

March 23rd - 7 AM

We report: the storm did not last very long in the night, but the air remains saturated with rain. It has made this morning feel colder than any other this past week. The sky is slowly clearing out; many birds about, loud in a way that is only acceptable from birds.

Wax pastel drawing of a bright blue sky filled with thin, wispy white clouds.

March 23rd - 10 AM

We report about more light in this sky than we remember getting in a long time. We are careening through the month of March, the sky is still holding up, the sun is shining well enough - all of this, frankly, against all odds. We are hoping to keep this going for a little while.

Wax pastel drawing of a cloudy, grey sky; agglomerated masses of steam leaving only the lower left corner of the frame a pale blue.

March 23rd - 1 PM

We report: the sky has begun to darken again, and the sunlight has gradually waned. Looking at the bold intensity of the blue sky this morning, we had assumed it would remain unwavering through the day; but the winds have changed, and the air smells different now.

Wax pastel drawing of a dark, looming, grey sky over a couple of houses and trees. The landscape is lit orange, forming a stark contrast with the wavy, dark grey clouds above.

March 23rd - 4 PM

We report in the middle of the afternoon: having solely looked at the cloudier part of the sky for the past couple of hours, it came as a surprise to us that there was a less cloudy part. It revealed itself as a bright yellow light that lit everything on its path on fire.

Wax pastel drawing of some voluminous clouds, grey at their base, white at the top, lit yellow and bright orange by the evening light. The sky behind them is bright blue.

March 23rd - 7 PM

We report: there has to be a lot of wind for the clouds to be chased in and out like that, and it was windy indeed, today. We witnessed so many different skies; perhaps the wind was the only constant. The sun is now hovering precariously over the horizon, clouds are still moving.

Wax pastel drawing of a round moon, partially hidden by lavender clouds in a starry night sky. The clouds are fuzzy, and transparent.

March 23rd - 10 PM

We report: there has to be a lot of wind for the clouds to be chased in and out like that, and it was windy indeed, today. We witnessed so many different skies; perhaps the wind was the only constant. The sun is now hovering precariously over the horizon, clouds are still moving.

Digital painting of a dark, heavy grey sky, a little bit of pink light at the bottom of the frame. Some of the bigger clouds are a dark blue on their underbelly.

March 24th

We report a messy morning, windy enough to make waves in the large puddles on our path. The light is indolent, dragging behind as the rest of the world moves forward. We feel a bit small, a bit sideways, a little upside down; maybe the low clouds feel heavy on our shoulders.

Digital painting of a night scene: the sky is a very dark red, almost black, over tall grass. Something out of frame is lighting the grass in the foreground, but the rest of the landscape is completely dark, apart from a few dots of light way out in

March 25th

We report: it is marshy here, and we are struggling to pick our feet back up every time we put them down. We speak low, but the sound of our steps is louder than our voice anyway. We watch our expert's back through the fog of our breath. The full moon is completely obscured.

Digital painting of a sunset or sunrise sky, full of jagged, purple and bright pink clouds.

March 26th

We report large gashes wide open all over the sky, like two people each grabbed one opposite end and pulled as hard as they could. Like, say, perhaps, a reporter and their expert, hypothetically, if that was something someone could do. Either way, the light is fading quick.

Digital painting of a blue sky framed by tall, grey, but also flimsy, white clouds. The sun shines from behind, casting rays across the sky and creating strong contrasts.

March 27th

We report: a little dip back into winter, these last few days. It is all very well and good to imagine going past a certain point and affirm that "here is the new season", but the reality of the matter is much different. Still, the sun makes valiant efforts to climb ever higher.

Digital painting of a foggy countryside scene; trees and a field in the distance, with a pond, and bushes with a few white flowers in the foreground. A doe stands still in the middle of the field.

March 28th

We report from the inside of a cloud: we can see the mist roll over the grass, heavy and slow in the stillness that the fog invokes. We think we ought to move at the same pace, that we ought to let the fog do what it needs to do so that it may rise at some point.

Digital painting of some dark blue clouds at twilight, with hints of purple around the bottom of the frame. The sky behind the clouds is a pale lilac. The clouds are soft and wispy around the edges.

March 29th

We report: it is the sky, the very same, the one we have known since we were born. It is in the same spot, has not moved from its superior position, is very reliable. It is interesting, then, that it is also so unpredictable and prone to changes. The clouds just turned blue.

Digital painting of a pastel orange sunset sky, mostly clear apart from a couple of rows of long, flat, thin clouds at the bottom of the frame, and a few, sparse, tiny clouds. There are trees just peeking out, and some swallows flying all over the sk

March 30th

We report on a slow day: our heavy heart sits in the warmth of this two-tone sunset, tight throat with the sharp, green wind swirling above the pond. We forgot the bird names we learned last spring, but they are all here tonight, scratching the mirror of water when they fly low.

Digital painting of large, translucent, white sweeping clouds bent by the wind, and then some cumulus rising with crenelations on top. The sky is very big and blue behind the clouds.

March 31st

We report: March coming to an end in loud bursts of storms and blue skies all the same. It is a month that exists to give way to something different, to contain change. We have a hope that there is more after this, before all of our pieces get scattered in the wind.

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