November 2021
November 2nd
We report: we spent some time in the pastel tones of this dawn sky, and it was easy enough to forget about everything else - the night before and the day to come. This was not forever, and we did not want it to be forever, but it was something to push forward with.
November 1st
We report that this time around, when the starlings came, they covered the whole sky. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of them, and each time they came near, the sound of their wings moving together felt like a great wave washing over us.
November 4th
We report that our expert is consistently wrong in their weather predictions - snow in July, heatwaves in December, and other infamous absurd concepts. This time, though, they had described this exact cloud in great detail, down to its colour, shape and position. Very strange.
November 3rd
We report that in this place, we are now fully in the rainy season. This is a windy day, and everywhere we walk, we get rain in our eyes. Our clothes have barely had any time to dry in between showers, and as much as we enjoy this weather, we are ready to go home.
November 5th
We report: just a little sundog that appeared and disappeared very quickly. We looked for it for too long after it faded away, and we can now see red and green spots everywhere we look. Staring directly at the Sun is not a great idea, but we keep making the same mistake.
November 7th
We report: deep into the belly of this cloud, there were things churning, and growling and tearing and boiling. And this time, in the way we reached for the rain before we even felt a drop, we felt an understanding for the storm that was also something deep inside of us.
November 6th
We report an early dusk sky. Every night as we get dipped into shadows, we kiss our loved ones; we say our goodbyes as though departing for a trip. During the long nights that come before the end of December, each of those travels feels more perilous than the last. Good night.
November 11th
We report: we boarded a train on a mission to follow some clouds and lost them along the way; our expert belatedly figured out that we were going in the wrong direction. Luckily, we found a different sky upon arriving at the last stop.
November 8th
We report a thin sliver of the Moon. When the Moon is waxing, we find ourselves wanting to watch as she gets fuller, and we always look for her in the sky, day in day out. We forget when she is supposed to rise and to set - she should always be there, we think, always in sight.
November 9th
We report: on our way to see beautiful things in the sky, we always pick up the pace, afraid of having them disappear on us before we can get a proper look. Today, when we got there, out of breath even as the cold air burned our lungs, the sky was only just turning pink.
November 21st
We report, out in the morning calm, we had already been there for a long time, and we had seen constellations dismantle as only the brightest stars remained. Sitting in this field in silence, at this strange hour of the early morning was like finding a secret.
November 10th
We report that we have been hearing thunder and seeing flashes in the corner of our eyes for a little while now, but we have not had any luck actually spotting any lightning until right this moment. The rumours are true, lightning is indeed quite fast.
November 12th
We report a lot of colours, all mixed together, and behind them all, the blue is still blue. We think of this blue, and we think about other planets where the sky is perhaps always all the colours of the sunset at the same time; we know that we would always prefer blue.
November 13th
We report that it was so late in the morning already when we got to see the day begin. We never get quite used to seeing the days dwindle at this time of the year - every time, we feel the need to exclaim over it. Are they even shorter than last year? We are so forgetful.
November 14th
We report: this is a place where autumn is already over, and the first snow is falling; it would not stick for the first few hours, but it looks like a thin blanket is just starting to form. We can smell the cold humidity in the air.
November 15th
We report that when we saw this cloud hovering over the horizon, we prepared ourselves for a storm. Nothing really happened, though; the sky stayed mostly clear over the next few hours, and this cloud kept on rolling in calmly, not growing any bigger or taller.
November 16th
We report: the temperature is 7°C, with a dew point of 6°C. The sky is cloudy, the humidity is 93% and the wind is going southwest by south. As the day continues, we wish you safe travels.
November 17th
We report that we wanted to look at these clouds that were drowned in sunlight, and so we covered the Sun with one hand. When we looked up, right here, hidden in plain sight, these clouds were rippling with the whole colour spectre.
November 18th
We report: it is colder than it has been so far this season here, and the sky looks deceiving in that regard. We have been walking at a brisk pace to try and regain some feeling in the tips of our fingers, and we keep seeing our breath go up in smoke.
November 19th
We report that we walked a winding path under some trees, and it was longer than we thought it would be. It was like this - the light changed colour to become golden, and it came low on the ground, and when we emerged from the woods, most of the sky had become purple.
November 20th
We report: it is the middle of the afternoon, right after some heavy showers, and the sky is very dark. We walk with our shoulders shrugged up to our ears to fight against the wind that keeps whistling in our face.
November 22nd
We report: certainly, we know things about the wind. It carries clouds and birds, and it can be loud, and it can bite. We know this, and we know the wind, and yet every time we feel the wind, we say "it is quite windy, today, isn't it?". Such is human nature.
November 23rd
We report, at this moment of the year, sunlight comes to be much more precious. We collect, each day, the few bright hours and remain tethered to what is warm and golden. It is the middle of autumn and we think of the Sun every day.
November 24th
We report an asperitas formation. We try to maintain a neutral position on clouds, but we do have a soft spot for asperatus clouds. We like to sit and watch them until they fully disappear, which can sometimes cause issues to our schedule.
November 25th
We report: a sunny day with blue sky and fluffy white clouds all day. The air is cold and dry, but in an invigorating way. For the first time in a while, the paths are not so muddy that we skid on them every couple of steps. It is a nice day out.
November 26th
We report veils of different opacities and colours floating in the morning sky, catching the light over and under each layer. Some parts are sparkling and others are in the shadows of the clouds above. The day could be over right now and we would be content.
November 27th
We report: we came to the beach for a very specific reason, and then promptly forgot it as we sat and watched the waves. It is not our fault that the sound of the ocean is so hypnotic, and we have decided to forgive ourselves immediately. Surely, we can come back another day.
November 28th
We report one of those mornings when the sky is so low that it touches the ground. There is water dripping from the branches where the frost from the night is melting, but the fog does not look like it is going anywhere for now.
November 29th
We report: in the Spring, those plains were a vibrant green, and when we were there, we remember feeling a certain way about that specific colour under the blue of the sky. We wonder if, come next Spring, there will be something similar to feel about this golden brown.
November 30th
We report a cold sunset with a contrail that is catching on fire. This is a sunset that we are stealing; we are late somewhere, and we were meant to be inside at this time, but now we are thinking of skipping the whole thing. We are walking fast and the air is dry.