March 2025

Digital painting of some wispy white clouds in a bright blue sky, all of them possessing long tails trailing into the same direction.

March 2nd

We report: we are not counting the movements of the sky, but we follow them from the corner of our eye. It is the same sky, pulled taut by the wind, the clouds stretched thin. We could be tricked into thinking it will not rain today, if the sun blinded us a little bit longer.

Digital painting of a sky at dawn, pale blue with a tall, voluminous cloud, golden in the light and dark grey in the shadows. There are a couple of small, wispy grey clouds to the side.

March 1st

We report about waking up in March: the sun is making great efforts to overtake the shade, even at this time of the morning. Waking up is a messy process, and we can feel it in all the early signs of spring, the clumsy steps forward, and the bleariness that we walk towards.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky at night, the darkest of greys, with the moon right in the centre of the frame, a waxing crescent emitting a faint glow.

March 4th

We report: in a couple of hours, the moon will set. It was hidden by the clouds all day, even at its peak in the mid-afternoon - at least, it was every time we checked. We had a last look before preparing for bed, and the wind revealed a minuscule crescent, lost in the smoke.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky, pale grey way in the back, with charcoal clouds in the foreground, some thick and long, other small and wispy. Either way, the sky looks heavy.

March 3rd

We report on a day that is not anything like spring: it follows that spring would not suddenly be here to stay. However, this reasoning escaped us when the sun was here yesterday. Today, we woke up to a grey sky, and it remained the same through the morning and early afternoon.

Digital painting of a sunrise sky in pastel colour, a pale green to blue gradient in the background, with fuzzy clouds of faded pink-grey, highlighted bright orange from below. A couple of long, flat, grey-blue clouds float to the left of the frame.

March 5th

We report on the arrival of light: by the time morning came, we had re-imagined the concept of sunrises a hundred times in our dreams. When the sun did rise, it was of course precisely different from each of these dreams; all-encompassing, it somehow carried even sound and smell.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky, dark grey clouds of different thicknesses, through which light is filtering with more or less difficulty. The clouds have indistinct shapes, stuck together into a large mass, creating strong contrast.

March 7th

We report while the light is getting choked out by the clouds: the weight of the sky is comforting today. We saw the clouds coming in after hours of opaque white, and the sudden movement made us feel dizzy. All that water devouring the sun, and it feels peaceful, somewhat.

Digital painting of a big, white, fluffy cloud growing sideways into the bright blue sky.

March 6th

We report: it has been quite the trip from the freezing temperatures of the end of the night to the curiously balmy air of this mid-afternoon. We have a lot of trouble picking out our clothes in the morning these days, but at least we saw a butterfly among burgeoning trees.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky, a large grey cloud taking up half of the frame, with distant rain falling underneath. In the background, the sky is not as heavy, with voluminous white and grey clouds, and long, thin, dark clouds superimposed.

March 11th

We report as it is just starting to pour down: we heard thunder over the valley a while ago, but nothing came out of it at first. We were starting to wonder about the nature of the sound, and whether we had forgotten what thunder is like, when a distant, low rumble sounded again.

Digital painting of a dusk scene, smooth, muted blue-grey clouds draped over the morning sky, the faintest trace of pink over the horizon. There is a line of houses and trees in the distance, a lone lamp post too, all dark in the dim blue light.

March 8th

We report: soft grey morning, we watch the light come to the world in slow increments, same way we would watch the most vibrant sunrise. It is the same cold it has been all night, but birds have little care. We try to tell their tiny silhouettes from the last bats of the night.

Digital painting of some wispy, golden clouds in the evening clouds, surrounded by a bit of a mist. They form squiggly shapes, wrapped around one another in the deep blue sky.

March 9th

We report about the afterimage of this day, burnt into the sky for a few more minutes until we blink it away. The days and the night are evening out with more or less grace, each one nibbling on the other whenever possible. Tonight, though, it is a warm, gentle passing of hands.

Digital painting of a sunrise sky, blue clouds in the background, with pink and purple clouds in the foreground, especially colourful at the base of the clouds.

March 21st

We report as we are attempting to pinpoint the smell of sunrise: perhaps the colour of the clouds makes a difference. Perhaps pink is a little bit sweet, just a splash in the aroma of fresh-fallen rain, and the new growth of grass. We inhale some drizzle and sneeze a few times.

March 10th

We report: there is a cloud of jackdaws circling the neighbourhood, a proper weather phenomenon as far as we are concerned. We have been looking for the sun, always a splash of light in the distance which disappears once we get closer, a cold mirage we cannot reach.

Digital painting of a dusk sky, a pale cerulean sort of colour with a line of dark blue clouds at the bottom of the frame. There are very faint clouds peppered above, some of which carry a slight peach tint.

March 12th

We report: the sunset has dragged us deep underwater, slowly sapping every colour but blue from the atmosphere. We hear the sounds of the nearby highway especially well tonight, a constant stream of noise which wallpapers the back of our mind; something of the damp in the air.

Digital painting of a sunset sky in pastel tones, orange, and deep pink in the long, wispy clouds that cross the frame. There is a small, yellow full moon suspended in the sky.

March 13th

We report under the stare of the full moon:  we thought we had missed the sunset, but the sun waits for us longer and longer every day. Winter is still lingering in our bones, however, and there is the sharp sting of the unexpected, forgotten cold of mid-March. We do not linger.

Digital painting of some long, but voluminous, white and grey clouds in the yellow sunshine, with the blue sky all around.

March 14th

We report: at this moment, whether we were very busy, whether we had a purpose to fill, we do not remember. We can only treat the little wild part of ourselves to the windy sunshine that stopped us in our tracks. There is an echo of all the times we stood in the sun before.

Digital painting of an overcast sky, with a patch of the palest blue framed with grey clouds; tall, wide, bubbling clouds through which the light filters.

March 15th

We report in transience: there is not much time for the sky today, or so we try to convince ourselves. In truth, we steal moments, shapes and colours, and guess at the temperature of the light. We crack a window to let in the smell of the rain, and the wind slams it wide open.

Digital painting of a night sky, the darkest blue, filled with bright stars, and a few translucent, long, wispy clouds.

March 16th

We report: the stars find us as we move in the dark before we find them, and they seem a little closer than usual. We whisper the names of the ones we recognise, and our expert corrects us on more of them than we care to admit. We turn a torch on, and the stars move away.

Digital painting of a sunrise sky: a gradient of pale blue to red through yellow, with a light veil of thin clouds. There is the sun right above the horizon, casting off a bright red glow all around.

March 17th

We report as we are leaving the night behind: our breath fogs pale between the sun and us, and the sun rings red in the dewy air. It was not supposed to be this cold, but our usual suspect, the humidity, has us hunched up against the slight breeze. Our expert is in a cheery mood.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky, completely empty but for a small cloud looking like a ball of cotton.

March 18th

We report: there is a small tuft of white bravely facing the immensity of the blue sky all on its lonesome, certainly confronting its own individuality and whatnot. With nothing else happening weatherwise at the moment, at least not visibly, all our focus is on the one cloud.

Digital painting of a cloudy, rainy sky, lighter in the background with dark grey clouds in the foreground.

March 19th

We report in the late morning, when we have had enough time to figure out today might just be a rainy day. We can see new leaves in the trees encountering rain for the first time, a shiver that shakes branches. The showers are brief, but also heavy and numerous.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky at dusk, the clouds all shades of dark blue against dark blue. There is a layer of long, crenellated clouds at the bottom, and a large, looming shape above taking up most of the frame.

March 20th

We report: the sky has spent the day putting layers on. The thin cirrus of the morning warm thickened until we could not find the sun anymore, and then we could feel the cold sting our eyes in the wind. The path to spring is a winding one, but we gladly walk the detours.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky, filled with long, thin, fibrous cirrus clouds creating delicate shapes in curves and trails.

March 22nd

We report: every cloud that has come to the sky today has been stretched from one horizon to the opposite end of the sky. This speaks to the languidness of this sunny day, that nothing seems to move on or over or out; the same clouds, in the same sky, for the forever of today.

Digital painting of a grey sky, dark, swirly clouds pulled into one another with silver light shining through the thinner parts.

March 23rd

We report as we are getting swallowed into the eddies of the sky: there is a lukewarm breeze brushing our ankles, but the wind on our ears is icy. A minute later, it all gets switched up, and it starts raining. We get the feeling that the clouds are tangled up for a reason.

Digital painting of the sky before sunrise, clear, with a gradient of dark blue to turquoise, with a bit of yellow where the sun is about to come up. There are still stars in the sky. On the horizon line, some distant houses and bare trees.

March 24th

We report: standing here before dawn, watching the sky shift while the shadows slowly recede, it feels like hearing a fanfare coming from across town. The music is already so loud, but it seems to get impossibly louder as it approaches, and here are the mediums, and now the highs

Digital painting of a sunset sky, a dark purple, almost black cloud occupying most of the frame. In the bottom right corner, a bit of open sky, lilac with pink and purple clouds.

March 25th

We report in the short hours of the evening: there is rain in our sunset, and it is spilling over everything. It is not the heaviest of rains, but because of the hour, when we look to the west, we see every last drop of sunshine falling to the ground. The puddles become oceans.

March 26th

We report: everything is constantly moving today, spinning and rolling and slipping. We get a sense of the situation at some point, but then we too must move, and nothing looks the same when we pay attention once more. We think things will settle only when the night comes.

Digital painting of a landscape, light grey sky with a few floating white clouds over a green pasture covered in daisies and dandelions. There are a couple of houses peeking out from behind the horizon, grey slate roofs with chimneys.

March 27th

We report in the almost-drizzle of a late March morning. The throes of winter are still fresh on our mind, and the blanket of white on the ground brings us to snow rather than daisies at first. Once the moment passes, we get there thanks to the bees and the butterflies.

March 28th

We report: we can hear the moody calls of a tawny owl out here. We are trying to find it among bare branches while the dusk light remains, but the mistletoe shrubs in the poplars trick our eyes. In the end, the day fades away completely, and the owl flies deep into the woods.

Digital painting of a sunset sky, steel grey with a tall, bubbling, golden cloud, and some long, dark grey clouds occupying the bottom half of the frame.

March 29th

We report in the vicinity of a storm, right there in the will-it-will-it-not of it. The clouds keep moving up like there is nowhere else to go, but the bugs and the birds are all flying low to the ground. There is a sense of suspension in the heavy air. The low sun flickers.

Digital painting of a blue sky filled with small yellow clouds, all different shapes, all stuck together.

March 30th

We report: the sun rose a little to the side today, and we felt a bit uneasy about it. We have had some time to note, notice, and observe now, and we think it is all going to be fine. There has been light, warmth, and companionship in the presence of the sun, as per usual.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky, light shades of grey stacked on top of one another, with darker greys creating wavy patterns on the underside of the clouds.

March 31st

We report about the twists and turns of today's weather. This morning was bright and clear, with a warm breeze, but around midday, the sky started to melt into the horizon. Since then, the clouds have been piling up, rippling and folding into one another to make room for more.

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