October 2023
October 2nd
We report: the wave that this cloud was unfurled slowly (in comparison to most waves) but quickly as well (in comparison to most clouds). The way the steam moved around was akin to a breath taken and released, until this cloud no longer looked like a wave.
October 1st
We report about the first day of October, came dressed in red in its first hours. So we walked out to the sunrise with its crimson horizon, and it bled onto the rest of our day, all the red that spilled into our pockets like sand, so we remembered it as we went about our life.
October 4th
We report: in the sky, tonight, something strange and bright, a few dashes of an uncommon colour among the stars that look faint in comparison. The season for auroras is underway in some places - something about solar flares and the correct orientation of the Earth.
October 3rd
We report from the early evening; the sky is picking all its bits up little by little before the sunset. Perhaps the sunset has already started, but it is hard to tell. The clouds have a tight hold on the sky right now, and we can already tell the night will be completely black.
October 5th
We report about those warm days of October that curl into a slight chill when the night comes, only because of the night. It rained in the early morning, and once the sky cleared up, cirrus took over. The contrails weaved themselves into their intricate, golden lace patterns.
October 7th
We report about a darkening sky, the rain clouds that look about ready to burst at the seams. We brush past the cold air in a hurry - no matter how much we love the rain, we are ill-prepared for this kind of weather today. Already, as we look up, one drop, two drops, three…
October 6th
We report: lately, we catch the moon in the morning when the sky is clear, an upside-down smile. At night, we usually know where to look for the moon, but during the day, we only find it by chance. Today, we saw the last quarter moon while looking at the clouds, pale but steady.
October 11th
We report: some mornings will not wake us up, some mornings will take us further into our dreams. There is a light on those days that is laboriously seeping through clouds - so it barely shows through curtains, let alone our eyelids. And there is a quiet that we fall back through.
October 8th
We report: the moon is rising later now, so the sky has a lot of time to be dark. We cannot tell if it will get much cloudier over the night, but the stars come through nicely; although there is no looking for constellations with how they flicker in and out of sight.
October 9th
We report, through heavy rain, some kind of euphoric feeling as a rainbow appeared during a stormy sunset. If there is that much rain, and also a rainbow, and also thunder, all of that together, it is hard to contain that rising feeling in our chest. We do not know where to look.
October 21st
We report from the broad wingspan of these sunrise clouds, with the light pushing up from underneath. We are on an aisle seat on a train, and we can not see much of the sky, but sometimes, a hint of pink shows. Then the rails bend in a different direction, and we lose the sun.
October 10th
We report that we have learned something recently: the hottest autumn day still does not feel like any of the summer days. These days, winter wheat is being sown, the constellations are moving across the sky, and the sun looks like it wants to flee all afternoon, hot but shy.
October 12th
We report about Saturn in the twilight sky, close enough to a star that we are willing to call it the first star of the evening. It stands out a lot during this blue hour when the sky does not feel very real anymore (or yet). We hope to see it joined by many more stars.
October 13th
We report of a microscopic location within common clouds that is lit in pure magenta light - all among darker purples and greys as the day wanes. Our eyes got drawn to this very spot by the vibrancy and its ephemeral nature: quick, quick, come here, it has already begun to fade.
October 14th
We report about a windy day again: squall after squall folding the trees. The window is open and we say "oh" and "ah", wondering whether we should close it when the howls get a bit scary outside. In the end, we want to keep listening and watching, so we only hover by the window.
October 15th
We report: for the first time this season, and in a sudden way, it got so cold outside that we regretted not wearing gloves. We looked at our bare hands, the pink tips of our fingers, and worked the blood into them by clenching our fists. We smelled the humidity when we sniffled.
October 16th
We report: because the river is there, and because it was already dank when we started losing light, radiation fog is forming. There is not even a little bit of a breeze, so we can only hear the birds that are flying back and forth between the river and a nearby pond.
October 17th
We report as ghosts start roaming the sky, wet earth caked on soggy shoes and moss on our hands from leaning on a beetle-ridden tree. We breathe diagonally the cold air that comes in burning. A dog barks in rhythm with the incessant flow of traffic, parallel to the park fence.
October 18th
We report: the blue of the sky today is worn out, and the clouds are ragged, snagged on the wind, and the wind is panting in our ears like it has run for a long time over a long distance. The sea keeps going, the sea only knows how to keep going, patience in buckets and oceans.
October 19th
We report on the cusp of a shower, when the sky has considerably darkened over a few minutes. We were reading when the rain started falling, and we had to get up to turn the lights on - needless to say, it was only just about noon, nowhere near either end of the night.
October 20th
We report: well, the night should be black, and it is good of it to be this dark; it could be darker still. A bright piece of light descends from the sky, we hush it. We know that we could hear the static in the stars, with our eyes and ears and nose, if it were dark enough.
October 22nd
We report: we look at clouds sometimes with thoughts of "oh, that cloud is doing well". As though a cloud could do badly. As though a cloud does not aggregate and disappear according to its very purpose, no matter what happens. You are a cloud, you are doing excellently. Be well.
October 23rd
We report about a wilted silver lining, the moult of fading light left behind. It is all at once when the rain starts, the sudden, unpredictable break of an autumn shower. We keep track of sun rays with the impression that they will become rarer from this point on.
October 24th
We report: the moon is dissolving into the twilight sky tonight, shrouded in a haze as clouds billow nearby. We opened the window to get a better view, and the wind is colder than expected, even a little harsh as we blink against it. A pile of mail gets scattered across the room.
October 25th
We report on a day when the sky kept changing: we spend so much time looking up, but the sky only feels so special to us because we live our life down here, on the ground. We never really dream of a house in the sky, instead, we dream of always being able to witness it.
October 26th
We report: we feel this way more and more as we live our life, we need clouds to fill the sky. We need them to take up some space, to make the sky something other than wide and empty. So that we may see something, that we may hang onto something, that we are not filled with blue.
October 27th
We report noisy skies on a quiet day, but as it goes on, we find quiet in the sky too. The clouds roll on in the short afternoon, that we see dark greys climb higher and faster than before. Our expert urges us back home before the rain starts falling, but we smell it on the wind.
October 28th
We report: the heavy rain is making the line between day and night even blurrier than it usually is, drowning out even the clouds. It takes with it all of the light, and all of the time wedged in there, and spills it out across the wet pavement, down the drain.
October 29th
We report about the best kind of sunset, according to our expert. This is a small interlude in a vast expense of stormy rain clouds, a little opening that had us shout out in awe when we spotted it. It has not stopped raining, really, and the other end of the sky is much darker.
October 30th
We report: some clouds, we cannot even think of letting them go. This happens often, that we learn the shape of a cloud, and immediately realise that it is not enough for us, that we want to know all of its shapes; what it will become, what it will look like in movement.
October 31st
We report with our two feet on the ground, quite a feat on a day like this when the wind is trying very, very hard to take us on a ride. It seems, though, that we always long for such days; walking with our head down so we can breathe, our thoughts quiet while the wind howls.