November 2023

Digital painting of a sunset sky, mainly greys and blues with brown tones, and some dark orange accents in some places.

November 2nd

We report in the aftermath of a storm, a day when we only saw the sky dressed in clouds, all day. It has been over a week of these days, thick blankets of clouds succeeding one another. The way the light is hitting the clouds now is filling up a little empty part of ourselves.

Digital painting of a morning sky, cloudy and deep blue in the twilight, over some mountains.

November 1st

We report: we were here before sunrise, and the humidity got deep into our bones. We were not fully awake yet, our mind struggling to process everything that this morning was - dark but steeped with light, crisp, raw, and fragrant, slippery, new, new, and alive most of all.

Digital painting of some grey clouds lit with a yellowish kind of light that projects strong shadows, hills and mountains in the sky.

November 4th

We report about a type of drama that we rarely get to see anywhere else than amongst the clouds, all about the rash lighting and the shadows it produces. It would be enough to get us to look up, but something incomprehensible takes place when the wind takes hold of this picture.

Digital painting of a blue sky filled with a variety of grey and white clouds; rain is forming underneath part of them, and a small rainbow on top of another part.

November 3rd

We report: we have reached a point in the season when knowing what the weather will be like next has become both imperative and impossible. Our expert restlessly scrutinises the horizon with little hope of understanding the ways of autumn skies. We look out for rainbows.

Digital painting of a waning half-moon shrouded in clouds in a black sky.

November 5th

We report from the middle of a night when we had resigned ourselves to an absent moon - when the sun set earlier, the sky was grey and opaque. It seems we were wrong, though. The clouds are thin enough that the moon shines through, we think we can even see the craters better.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky covered in cirrus of different shapes and transparency.

November 7th

We report: finally, none of the storms that have been raging lately. Nothing is quite like it was before, and it will never be that again. The sky recovered though, as it does. Blank slate as soon as the cumulonimbus have been wiped by the wind. The cirrus linger, tranquil.

Digital painting of a sunrise sky over grassland with some trees here and there. The sky is in golden hues, with some light grey clouds peppering it.

November 6th

We report: little November that we often do not quite know what to do with, a month that is like getting grabbed by the hand, but then doing all of the pulling. If the sun rises in November, then we should probably be there to see it, give it a little encouragement, at least.

Digital painting of a partly cloudy sky before sunset, part of the clouds lit golden from their side.

November 11th

We report: our expert keeps calling us to the window through the day - "Oh, come see how amazing the sky looks!" is something we hear several times in one hour. We would complain if our expert was not correct each and every time they call us. We could spend our life like this.

Digital painting of a dark cloudy sky where geese are flying in a V formation. There are power lines running through the bottom right corner of the frame.

November 8th

We report under heavy morning skies; every surface is covered in dew (and perhaps rain, to some extent) that is just this side of chilly. We shake our hands dry as we look up to the sky. We catch a raindrop on our face. The geese fly away, their trip punctuated by loud honks.

Digital painting of some green northern lights in the night sky, large curtains of light with the stars still shining through.

November 9th

We report: our expert has been telling us all about the weather lately, but more specifically, the sun weather. All the storms going on that we do not generally concern ourselves with. Tonight, we are quite pleased that our expert cares this much about the sun.

Digital painting of a starry sky right after nightfall; the sky is still blue, fading into a dark orange on the horizon, and there are black clouds here and there, thicker at the bottom of the frame. Their edges are tinted a dark red.

November 21st

We report about eager stars that appeared before the sky was ready for the night, like a song that faded into another before its last notes had rung out. The new song is a catchy one, though, and we feel fine leaving today behind for a few more stars in the sky.

Digital painting of a red and purple sunrise sky, a gradient with a very thin waning moon crescent floating there.

November 10th

We report about the moon at its most slender, right before it becomes too thin to even look for - and the sky, right before it becomes bright enough to announce the sunrise. It is all about timing, for sky things but all other things as well. To be there when it matters.

Digital painting of a moors landscape covered in thick fog. There is a tall antenna in the distance with a red light glowing faintly through the mist. Most of the grass is brown.

November 12th

We report fog on the moors, thick enough that we forget what is supposed to be on the other side. We are entering that season when clouds seem fully tethered to this land; the ferns are withering, and our trousers legs are soaking wet. Gorse is about to start flowering.

Digital painting of a starry night sky. In the lower part of the frame, the very top of a house stands among leafless trees. The house is lit orange by something out of frame.

November 13th

We report: we were walking home when we realised we were in no particular hurry, so we stopped for a bit. Standing still like this, our ears adjusted to the quiet. We could hear a couple of owls hunting in the neighbouring woods; then a late night freight train. A fox somewhere.

Digital painting of a sunset sky, dark blue and yellow, with precise sun rays revealing orange, purple and pink colours in the clouds.

November 14th

We report, sitting among strewn-about pieces of this day, the remaining crumbs of sunlight putting their all into igniting the sky. We plan on seeing all the faces of the sky before we die, our expert and we. It seems we have to, the full infinity of them, and then one more.

Digital painting of a blue sky framed by autumn trees, with green, brown, bright red, and orange leaves.

November 15th

We report: an afternoon wedged in between countless bouts of rain. The sky is whole and unwaveringly blue, and the sun reaches low and easy through the autumn colours. It has not gotten very cold yet this season, but today especially, the air has remained very mild.

Digital painting of some light peeking through grey skies, only a white line in between rain clouds.

November 16th

We report about the winds of November, doing their best to sweep up, dry everything up and get rid of dead leaves before the year is out. It will not do much as we can smell new rain on the next cloud already, but the effort is commendable if fruitless. Sisyphus in the wind.

Digital painting of a twilight sky, half blue, half black from the clouds gathering there.

November 17th

We report about yet again another annual meteor shower that we think we will miss. Our expert tells us not to lose hope, but we have been here before - sitting in the cold with a travel mug of tea while the humidity rises, and the sky slowly gets more and more overcast.

Digital painting of a peach-coloured, cloudy sunset with a few small grey clouds floating across the frame as well.

November 18th

We report while this rainy day is waning; there is water suspended in the air still, but a strong wind is picking up. We are walking up against the wind in this empty street, and our lungs are burning as we drink the breeze in. We feel a little sparkle of joy from the cold air.

Digital painting of a pale blue sky partly covered in some golden clouds. There are a few black birds flying there.

November 19th

We report: around this time of the year in the Northern hemisphere, every part of the day becomes "blink and you'll miss it". In fact, some of these days are "blink and you'll miss them". We get to the afternoon, and so much of the day has gone by, a dream we do not remember.

Digital painting of a big sky full of grey clouds. In the top right corner of the frame, there is sunshine lighting the clouds bright white.

November 20th

We report: we have a limited understanding of how the world works. We do not fully understand why clouds look that way, why the light hits them this and that way, why the air smells like that when it is about to rain. We barely know anything, but we get very moved by the sky.

Digital painting of a sunrise or sunset sky, bright, intricate, orange-pinkish clouds in a purple sky, only the very bottom of the clouds catching the light.

November 22nd

We report about clouds (like we do, here): they grow roots and leaves and then fall apart in minutes, that is always how it works. We know their patterns the way we know all patterns in nature, and we see them blossom and rot and blossom again, and again, no matter what happens.

Digital painting of some bright white swirly clouds in a blue sky.

November 23rd

We report: we saw a little bit of the sky in passing today, none of these moments as long as we would have wanted them to be. We hope, nonsensically, that it could appear again, the same exact clouds in the same exact spot, sometime later this year or early in the next - please.

Digital painting of a bright bit of a rainbow in a grey sky, its end reaching down into a forest landscape, the trees all dull colours of autumn. The colours of the rainbow can be seen against the treetops.

November 24th

We report about something we can never deny ourselves - and why would we. We believe we could never be tired of rainbows even if we saw ten of them everyday. We believe rainbows are pure arch-shaped beacons of joy, concentrated happiness that we feel deep in our heart every time.

Digital painting of the sea around blue hour, cloudy sky over a frothy shore.

November 25th

We report: during this past night we forgot a little bit about what daytime is like. With the sky overcast, the night was pitch black. When dawn came to brighten the sky, each shade of blue was new, like we were discovering a whole new colour that the sea had washed ashore.

Digital painting of some dark purple clouds rising into a dark orange sky. The clouds’ edges are lit bright orange from the side.

November 26th

We report: it took the sky whole, the sunset light. We are never ready for the sky to catch on fire like this, and neither is our expert. The blaze that catches from the West never lasts for very long, so we always drop everything - put on a coat, take our keys, go see outside.

Digital painting of a blue sky full of white and grey clouds of many different shapes, in the late afternoon light.

November 27th

We report about paths that the clouds took when moving across our sky, ones that our eyes follow every day. Yesterday, this one lingered for a long time, today, the wind is pushing that one so fast we cannot tell its shape. We walk in the shadows of this infinite merry-go-round.

Digital painting of a small murmuration over a brown field and some trees. The sky is a light grey, a little while before nightfall.

November 28th

We report: more and more starlings have been crowding together in this place lately, sweeping over the countryside as the afternoon winds down. From a distance, they describe graceful shapes over the fields, but as soon as they get closer, the ruckus is almost frightening.

Digital painting of a starry night sky, with a bright meteor falling in the left-hand half of the frame. The sky is a gradient of dark reds and purples.

November 29th

We report on the tail end of the Leonids; frankly, after we had missed the peak of the meteor shower, we forgot all about it. Tonight, everything is burning bright in the sky, a cloudless night when the stars are loud and solid. The meteor split the sky in two for a moment.

Digital painting of a sunrise sky, mostly grey clouds with a golden yellow light peeking through.

November 30th

We report: the last day of November started with a yellow sky above the clouds, and we thought about that yellow sky a lot throughout the day. Our mind kept escaping back there. We had found among the clouds a little spot that we had wanted to remember forever, quiet and golden.

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