November 2022

Digital painting of a sky after the storm at sunset, in pale yellow and dark grey tones. There are bits of the blue sky visible in the background.

November 2nd

We report, at the end of the afternoon, after the rain, when the clouds parted: there was a cloud that was pushing toward the sky. The sun was hitting this exact spot that the wind had revealed, a combination of the right place and the right time.

November 1st

We report: a lot of cirrus high up in the sky, today. We started out with a light veil, but over time, diaphanous feathers of ice started to accumulate in criss-cross patterns. And then these patterns also changed shapes, and we are now having a hard time identifying any of them.

Digital painting of a dusk sky; a gradient of blue is visible through gaps between the clouds, and the clouds are dark grey with a tinge of yellow from artificial lighting.

November 4th

We report, here where the sun poured into the horizon a little while ago now, the clouds are catching lights from the city. It has been a humid day, and we know that as long as the city lights are on, the sky will remain this colour.

Digital painting of a pastel blue sky with some pastel pink clouds, a few houses, trees, and lamp posts at the very bottom of the frame.

November 3rd

We report: we remember around the beginning of the summer, when this time of the day the sky was bright, and the sun was still high. We do not exactly miss it; it will come back around. But we take a moment to notice the passing of time, marking a notch in our memory for later.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky lit with sun rays. There are some clouds on which those sun rays are casting a stark contrast between light and shadows, tinting them white and dark grey.

November 5th

We report: in the morning bright, looking at these clouds, we can almost hear the waves of the ocean they rose from. We are firmly on land, but close enough to the sea that we think every cloud in this sky is of evaporated seawater. We have enough time to try and listen again.

Digital painting of a cloudy night sky lit by a bright full moon that is half hidden behind some of the clouds.

November 7th

We report: the moon will be full tomorrow around noon, and we do not believe that we will be able to see it then. Right now, the wind is blowing hard as we are expecting a storm - the clouds keep hiding and revealing the moon in different ways. It feels further away than usual.

Digital painting of grassy land on a foggy morning, with a pastel sky in tones of grey and peach. There are a few puddles in the middle of the grass, and a few trees way off in the distance.

November 6th

We report, after a long rainy night, the sun is rising through the fog on this field. There are raindrops still covering the grass, and the air is very humid on this chilly morning. Though it is not raining anymore, our hair is beginning to curl under our hat.

Digital painting of a landscape at night, the dark sea under a blue, cloudy sky before the night truly gets dark.

November 11th

We report: we saw the moon rise and disappear behind clouds. The sky has washed away. This is it for now. The sun is not going to rise from the sea, the sea is going to swallow this beach, all things will get darker still - the earth will not shake. One more night in our life.

Digital painting of a sunset sky over a black line of trees. There is a gradient from blue to yellow to orange, with some thin cirrus over the horizon.

November 8th

We report a sky calm and clear, once our bleary eyes finally escaped the dazzling sun. We trace the path of the low cirrus over the horizon with our fingers; they separate the sunset gradient into brushstrokes of vibrant colours.

Digital painting of intricate cloud structures in shades of white and grey, with those distinct cauliflower shapes in some spots.

November 9th

We report: storms come and go fast in autumn, bringing heavy rain and strong winds, and leaving incredible clouds on the horizon. We watch them from a distance, and yet we can clearly see the details of their absurd architecture, the way they fold over and under shadows.

Digital painting of a blue sky covered in bright, wispy white clouds, with the sunlight clearly catching onto the clouds.

November 21st

We report: yesterday, when we lay ourselves to sleep, we thought back to this sky. The last image we perceived behind our eyelids were these blue blues, and the bright sun that embraced the clouds. We thought back to how high these clouds all seemed to be, and how small we felt.

Digital painting of a blue sky with a variety of clouds, light grey and white, wispy and others opaque.

November 10th

We report, now, finally, we wear socks to sleep and make sure to close doors and windows so as to keep the warmth in, the cold out. Now, finally, the days seem that much shorter, and finally, the wind reveals a harshness in itself. Now, finally, we found the autumn in November.

Digital painting of a sunrise sky with a flash of bright pink and yellow colours along with a darker blue that takes up the majority of the sky.

November 12th

We report a hello good morning to the neon colours in the clouds, and thank you very much for reminding us of their existence. We woke up with a certain uncharacteristic cheer that lasted at least long enough to enjoy this sunrise - we did not manage to pass it on to our expert.

Digital painting of a dark cloudy sky over a golden grass field, with some dark mountains in the distance. There are two brown trees in the field.

November 13th

We report: middle of the afternoon, the sky is low enough that we think those trees might be scraping it. There is a wind that is bringing waves into the clouds as they make their way across the sky at a fast pace. The thermometer has dropped drastically today.

Digital painting of a wave of white clouds, some very small and others much bigger, with diverse shapes as well, in a bright blue sky.

November 14th

We report a flurry of cirrocumulus turning into altocumulus, or a flurry of altocumulus turning into cirrocumulus, either one. We are looking at the sky for the first time in an hour or so, and we are thus facing a mystery only our expert (who is napping) could solve.

Digital painting of a night scene, a dark blue cloudy sky with a partially hidden orange moon above the black silhouettes of a house and a tree.

November 15th

We report: the night fell a lot quicker than we had anticipated. The sky was bright when we left for a walk, now we are way into the night, seemingly minutes later. We can tell by sound alone that we are absolutely walking on a much muddier path than expected.

Digital painting of a sunset sky in orange, yellow, and purple-grey sky, with soft clouds in a soft light.

November 16th

We report from under this sunset: we are having thoughts about how things get old and scratched and broken over time, but the sky does not have a single scratch. It holds all those colours and those big, heavy clouds, and it gets torn up by the wind, and yet - not a scratch.

Digital painting of a blue sky half full of heavy grey clouds, and some big white storm cells far in the distance.

November 17th

We report: this again, short but heavy bouts of rain, strong squalls, the weather unstable as it ever could be. In between showers, we watch as the storm cells dash away, full of water still. From a distance, they look even more impressive, roiling and tall in the sunshine.

Digital painting of a seaside scene, a heavily overcast sky with some fog on the horizon. The sea is a light grey with greenish tones, producing a lot of seafoam when it crashes on the shore.

November 18th

We report from the seaside, today. The weather was very different when we got on our way - cloudy, yes, but there were some bits of blue here and there. Now, though, it looks as though this specific beach has never seen the sun. We can barely see the nearby coast on the horizon.

Digital painting of a purple-tinted heavy cloudy sky with a lightning bolt descending from especially dark clouds. The sky looks like it's in turmoil.

November 19th

We report: it was not exactly the middle of the night yet, but the sky was completely dark. The clouds had been gathering since before the sunset, and there were no moon or stars to be seen. A flash; the sky, suddenly illuminated as though in broad daylight. Low thunder.

Digital painting of a sunrise sky in orange, pink and purple tones. The sky is covered in thin wisps of clouds in bright colours, entangled together.

November 20th

We report, from the early morning, the wind is so strong that we are having a hard time breathing through the gusts. We are staggering down the street, whipped around as though we were a flimsy kite in the breeze. We squint between strands of wild hair to see the sun rise.

Digital painting of a small hole between dark grey clouds. The hole opens up to some blue sky, and the sunlight catches onto the edge of the clouds.

November 22nd

We report: we see this tiny little breech in the sky, and we cup it in our hands, we think we could dive into it, we could climb up to it. But there is nothing to it that exists outside of this moment; the clouds move so fast and the holes between them move even faster.

Digital painting of a twilight sky in dark sunset colours, with a line of dark clouds going across it. There are black silhouettes of a house with its windows lit orange, and a fence going through the frame.

November 23rd

We report that we missed our alarm this morning, left in a hurry after many calls from our expert, and have not dressed with the weather in mind. We sorely regret the sequence of choices that led us to walk around with damp clothes all day. We are extremely relieved to be home.

Digital painting of a red sunrise scene over the sea. The sky is mostly cloudy, coloured a light blue, except for a lighter band over the horizon, through which the red sun is visible and casting a reflection on the sea.

November 24th

We report: early morning, a red sun is rising through the clouds. We made our expert stay quiet for a long time so that we could appreciate the view. The water vapour is scattering most of the sun's light, except for the longest wavelengths in the colour spectrum - red.

Digital painting of a large white and grey cloud in a bright blue sky.

November 25th

We report, today, that after all this time, we really do not know all that much about clouds. We wonder if this cloud will keep its shape for long enough that our expert, in the next town over, will see it the way we saw it. We wonder if this is something we can share with them.

Digital painting of a dark cloudy sky. There is a band of pale blue sky over the horizon that is half covered in especially dark clouds. There is a single black bird flying high up.

November 26th

We report: this was a sunny morning, and we thought it definitely looked like it would be a sunny day. As the day progressed, though, small white clouds started to agglomerate, and then darken. The wind rose, and a dark grey mass of clouds moved in. It just started raining.

Digital painting of black and dark blue, starry night sky. The stars are many and very bright.

November 27th

We report, long after sunset, the clouds thinned out. This was a particularly crisp night; our windows were fogged up, and through them, the stars looked blurry. We covered up, scarf, hat, and all, and stepped outside. The city lights were out. The stars were sharp and bright.

Digital painting of some towering clouds in a sunset sky, lit by the sun from the back. The tones are dark blues and oranges in a light blue sky.

November 28th

We report: in the face of sunsets, barometers and thermometers and anemometers, astrolabes, hygrometers and wind vanes really cannot do much. How do you measure the impression that colours and lights leave on the spectator of a particularly compelling sunset?

Digital painting of a line of orange trees at the edge of a grass field. The grass is a medium brown, lighter in some spots from the golden light. The sky above is pale blue going into yellow above the horizon, with a few long cirrus. There are some

November 29th

We report that we got surprised by the golden hour this afternoon - the way time flows in mid-autumn, short days and sudden temperature drops, every year we think we get used to them but we never do. The air is crisp and laden with humidity. We have got sunshine in our eyelashes.

Digital painting of some swirling clouds whose shade range from light to dark grey. There is just a little opening in the lower right corner, through which the sky looks lighter.

November 30th

We report: it was cold before these clouds rolled in, but it got colder after they did. "Behold," our expert said, "the first whispers of winter". Perhaps they were right - this past week, the weather has been crisp, but not like now, when our cheeks and ears sting from the cold.

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