May 2024

Digital painting of some wispy, swirly white and yellowish clouds in a pale blue sky. There is a lot of light.

May 2nd

We report in the easy morning light, the air blooms around the clouds. We do not remember whether we heard any rain last night, but the grass is especially wet, and the mud is fresh on the path. It smells bright. The sun comes out all the time. The sky keeps sprawling out.

Digital painting of a sunset scene: the sky is a faded yellow, mostly covered in clouds. The clouds are bright orange where the sun hits them, moving to a purple-grey where it doesn't. There are waves and dips in their shapes. Houses and power cables

May 1st

We report: with the later sunsets, we find ourselves alone in the streets when the sky turns orange. We see people indoors going about their evening while the clouds move westwards, taking the sun with them where we cannot see it. The puddles light up in potholes.

Digital painting: a twilight sky, pale blue, covered in dark blue and purple clouds that look soft but heavy in the absence of light. The silhouettes of some trees are visible.

May 4th

We report at the hour when ghosts appear, walking in the middle of the road. It is not enough of a place that we imagine any cars could come by here and now, but we keep listening for them anyway. Instead, we hear echoes of a motorway in the distance, and the wind in our ears.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky, winding shapes in all shades of grey, small tears through which the bright blue sky can be seen.

May 3rd

We report: despite all appearances, this is not much of a day for rain. The clouds contort themselves around precipitations, spinning around aimlessly while no wind blows. The sky above is a careless blue, steady when we catch a glimpse of it. The sun hits through the greys.

Digital painting: a sunset sky in pastel colours, greyish blues and peach tones. There is a triangle of yellow in the lower right corner. The clouds are long and thin, save for a few small, darker clouds over the horizon.

May 5th

We report: the sun stretches to long scraps of ashen light, not enough to go around the whole sky. It is burning at both ends, and the day is all done, over, and we are able to say that we have lived through it. Cross it out, start a new one. And the sun stretches thinner still.

Digital painting of some swirly clouds in shades of grey, dark in the top half of the frame, and much lighter in the bottom half, with bright patches of white.

May 7th

We report: there are wilted apple blossoms everywhere on the sodden ground, and the wind is bringing down many more of them. There is a chill clinging onto the air, but it is half-hearted, only carried by the breeze at this point. The clouds shimmer in silver tones.

Digital painting of the sky: some very bright rays of sunshine appearing from behind the grey clouds, creating a stark effect in the blue sky, tinting other clouds golden and giving them halos.

May 6th

We report from the exact right angle, at the exact right moment, a burst of light, something fierce and bright. That sunshine would have been scattered into the sky anyway, but to see it surge from behind the clouds like this has to count as something special, perhaps a miracle.

Digital painting of some tall, voluminous clouds in the late afternoon light; stark contrasts, blue shadows and yellow tones in the light. There is a piece of roof in the lower right corner of the frame.

May 11th

We report: as soon as the sun got high enough in the sky (early, the solstice is getting nearer), it got rather warm. No wind to speak of, so when the clouds came, they were welcome. Billowing mountains grew through the long afternoon from the dust on the horizon.

Digital painting of a starry night sky, a very dark blue with some transparent, wispy clouds stretched across the bottom half of the frame.

May 8th

We report on a moonless night: the power is out in the neighbourhood. Our eyes are tired, it is a balmy spring evening, and when we look up, we cannot help but think the stars are about to fall on us. They flicker. We lose our balance as we forget where the ground is.

Digital painting: a sunrise sky, partly cloudy. There is one large patch of bright peach, framed by dark, slate grey clouds. A bit of blue is visible in the background.

May 9th

We report: salty in the back of our throat, the morning has opened up so that, even if it is early, we feel welcome to be alive in it. We wait for our commute and fall back asleep a little while standing. We confuse twilights and we go home in a dream - what an odd day already.

Digital painting of a sunrise sky, a cloudy, pale grey. There is a single cloud that is a pastel pink on top. A bit of pink is brushed over the rest of the sky in light touches as well. A small swallow is flying off to the right-hand side of the fram

May 21st

We report from a gas station parking lot at dawn, waiting for the coach to get back on the road. We feel a little bit dizzy from reading too much, and the air conditioning is on too high, so our head is resting against the window. We catch colours before dozing off.

Digital painting: a tall, voluminous white cloud stands in a bright, saturated blue sky.

May 10th

We report on the brightest day yet this year: it has not rained in a few days. Because it is rather warm today, the smell in the air is one that brings us back to a very specific moment - many years back, spring, a cloud moves to let sunshine onto our face. We sneeze.

Digital painting of a sky full of dark purple clouds, with shades of red and pink coming through in some spots. There are three black birds flying there.

May 12th

We report at dawn: when we got up during the night, the sky was clear and full of stars, but this morning, we can smell rain and shivers on the wind. The clouds brood, big and dark; we appreciate their languidness in the face of the breeze. In time, the sunlight will break out.

Digital painting of a sunset scene in the countryside. The sky is orange, a subtle gradient with a small, thin yellow cloud floating there. The landscape: blue mountains in the distance, then a line of green trees, and a field of tall grass.

May 13th

We report: it is marshy here, and there are all sorts of strange plants that we do not know, burrowed in the damp. So it is especially chilly at sunset, no matter how warm the day has been. The wet grass whips our ankles; the glare of the orange sun blinds us for a few seconds.

Digital painting of a blue sky filled with tiny white clouds.

May 14th

We report about dissolved clouds, small shreds of steam moving unconsolidated; they are headed in the same general direction, but with a remarkable lack of purpose. Our expert gently explains to us that there is no use in anthropomorphising clouds, but we cannot help it.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky, odd shapes awkwardly assembled together. The light is tinting them a faint shade of yellow, and everywhere else is grey.

May 15th

We report: we had no idea night was so close. The sky has been low through the afternoon, layers upon layers of thick clouds - it was dark all along. Now, judging from the colour of the light seeping through, sunset must be near. The birds are flying higher and higher.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky at night, dark shades of purple, a bit of an unnatural tint.

May 16th

We report: used and abused, the black of the night, scrubbed enlightened to the purple of overlit spaces. The night lands too softly, and peals of light scatter into empty clouds. We were woken by a distant clamour, a roar of joined voices that infiltrated our dreams.

Digital painting of a sunset sky, partly cloudy. The clouds are grey and orange, some wispy and translucent and others long and opaque. The horizon is yellow; there is a pointy roof rising from the bottom left corner of the frame.

May 17th

We report: mid-May, when we go to bed, the sunset is fresh in our mind. The colours stick, the direction in which the clouds moved, the shapes of them. We reach the threshold of sleep with a firm hold on the orange that grazed the top of buildings until late into dusk.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky covered in thin, wispy white cirrus that are idly twirling.

May 18th

We report about a day after a thunderstorm. After the turmoil and the churning in the sky, the atmospheric pressure has gone back up, around 1015 hectopascals at the moment. The sky has been a steady blue since morning, and the cirrus look decidedly placid. Low wind.

Digital painting of some voluminous grey clouds in a pale grey sky. They bloom outwards.

May 19th

We report: we might go into the clouds and never make it back someday. Nobody would know where we went. We think about it, often, as if it were something that could really happen. Today, we stare up at this massive edifice that encompasses the whole sky, and we are already there.

Digital painting of a starry, dark blue night sky. It is covered in thin, feathery cirrus that veil the stars a little bit. There is a purple undertone in the blue. Under the sky, the landscape is completely dark, some trees and a few buildings with

May 20th

We report about early in the night, when there is still blue to be found in the remnants of light. This is not anywhere near a clear night - we can tell by the brushstrokes across the vault - but we see more than a few stars. They come out shy and dim, but we see them.

Digital painting of a partly cloudy sky: the blue is deep, and the clouds are many different shades of grey, and many different shapes, all quite voluminous.

May 22nd

We report: the sky is uncovering, inch by inch. It takes all afternoon. There are showers; the clouds move in and out again, one step forward, two steps back, until the wind takes charge. All that blue above looks fresh, just like a new coat of paint bleeding through the clouds.

Digital painting of a countryside landscape, a field of grass with a couple of houses and a line of trees in the distance. There are lampposts in the foreground. The sky is grey, different layers of clouds to it. From the horizon, some voluminous clo

May 23rd

We report on a balmy day: the sun keeps showing up just long enough to warm the air, enough that the back of our neck feels hot. Then it disappears, and the warmth feels more diffuse. We are walking at a good pace, so we sweat in our raincoat. It smells like freshly cut grass.

Digital painting: dawn sky, periwinkle clouds rimmed with bright pink at the bottom. A bit of clear sky is visible in between some of the clouds, an almost white shade of blue.

May 24th

We report: morning, the sunrise is starting to show colours through the clouds. The leaves are heavy with dew, and rain is fast approaching. The air is already charged with that humid morning smell, but there is definitely rain on top. It feels icy as it goes through our nose.

Digital painting: the sky is full of voluminous orange clouds, bright yellow at their summit. The bits of clear sky that are visible are a dark purple.

May 25th

We report about the vast and the endless crammed into a minute. It happens when we are overwhelmed with sunsets; our minds get too full for us to remember the world has not always been like this, drowned in red light that reaches further than it should. We feel warm in the fire.

Digital painting of a blue sky in the evening light, partly cloudy with golden, wispy cirrus spreading out from the top right corner of the frame. There are a few grey stragglers sprouting from the very bottom of the frame.

May 26th

We report: it is only right that we should sometimes point out how very nice a moment is. This evening is lovely indeed; windy, not uncomfortably so. There are emerald and cadmium and phtalo and moss greens in the trees, all shiny in the golden light. It is so late, so bright.

Digital painting of a grey sky - light grey, with darker grey clouds of various, intricate shapes. Some of them, small, wave-like, others are a large conglomerate that takes up most of the sky.

May 27th

We report on a damp morning: we are heading towards the end of May after a rather clement few days. We are not yet so close to summer that the warmth lingers. It seeps in slowly, but as soon as the sky clouds over, it dissipates within moments. So this day begins, in drizzle.

Digital painting of a blue, foggy morning scene in the countryside. The treeline is blurred through the thick mist, which is low on the ground in the field.

May 28th

We report: there was fog when we fell asleep last night, and it has not entirely lifted yet in the blue morning. There is a sea in the field. We are squinting at it as though it were the glare of the sun, hoping to see through it. We get mist in our eyelashes for our troubles.

Digital painting of a sunset sky, pastel yellow, covered in wispy clouds, shades of pink and orange.

May 29th

We report about colours that are more akin to flavours - peach and raspberry and apricot and so on. We have to hurry up, our expert is waiting for us; the evening passes on, dissolves into greys before blues, and then the absence of colours. We try not to forget how it tasted.

Digital painting of a countryside landscape: a path winding between a field of grass and a bush, with tall trees a bit further ahead. There are wildflowers in the field, and the sky above is a pale blue, with a few fluffy white clouds floating.

May 30th

We report: despite wearing long trousers, we have managed to get stung by nettles quite a bit. We accept this fact as part of the spring outing experience. It is a bright day, if slightly hazy above the horizon. There are many bees buzzing all over the wildflowers.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky, light blue in the very background with very dark grey clouds strewn about the frame. Some are long and thick, others are small and straggly.

May 31st

We report: the clouds have been slowly accumulating, coming to a standstill above our head. They are blocking a good amount of the light, though it is early in the afternoon. There is a warm breeze down here that ruffles our hair and makes the trees sway lightly.

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