September 2022

Digital painting of a dark, stormy grey sky above a field. There are a few trees on the horizon, and there is a hole in the clouds through which a yellow sky appears, casting golden light around the opening.

September 2nd

We report: the air smells like ozone. Our expert tells us this is because downdrafts from the oncoming storm carry ozone down to our level. We just felt a raindrop on our forehead - it will not be long until petrichor joins O3 in the air. We should really be on our way, now.

Digital painting of a waxing yellow moon crescent in a cloudy sky, in dark purple and red tones.

September 1st

We report: it has been a long day, somehow. Many things went awry; although, there were also moments of tenderness. We lost some change through a hole in a pocket, but we watched our expert mend it for us when we got back home. We saw the moon before it set.

Digital painting of a sunset sky in yellow and blue tones, with orange and dark purple clouds of different shapes and sizes.

September 4th

We report: the sun fell behind the horizon while the rain was still falling. There was the sound of the cars on the wet roads, and the breeze in our damp hair, and we could also hear the birds better, now that the shower was mostly over.

Digital painting of a seaside scene on a sunny day. The sky is bright blue with a few flat, fluffy white clouds, and the sea is calm and blue as well.

September 3rd

We report many horizontal lines on the seaside today, which is not unusual, but still remarkable in our opinion. The clouds are very flat, the sea is rather calm and the horizon is perfectly horizontal, but arguably, if the horizon got vertical in any way, we would be very upset.

Digital painting of a night sky with bright stars and dark clouds. There is a lighter portion of sky in the bottom half of the frame.

September 5th

We report a windy night. Ribbons of clouds are going by fast and it seems like the sky is spinning over our head. The moon set hours ago, the night is dark, and we absolutely cannot tell where we are going. We are completely lost, actually.

Digital painting of a swirling dark grey sky.

September 7th

We report: there are the odd days of transition, the not-quite-warm, not-quite-cold days of moving into a new season. Today, though, is all autumn. Rain and churning skies, and the dry summer means many leaves are already on the ground.

Digital painting of a blue sky with some fuzzy grey clouds taking up half of it, and white cumulus congestus clouds (shaped like a cauliflower) taking up the other half.

September 6th

We report: we have been following the forecast closely, but the forecast has been changing drastically from hour to hour - and it has also been consistently wrong. Here we are, under this changing sky, with the sun and the rain hitting our face at the same time. Autumn is coming.

Digital painting of a foggy scene at dawn. The sky is in pastel tones of yellow and peach, and there is a distant line of trees emerging from the fog.

September 11th

We report fog on the lake. Here and now, we have a hard time imagining a world behind those trees; the fog, it seems, has swallowed it all. We walked through beaded spiderwebs and dewy bushes to get to this quiet place at the end of the world.

Digital painting of some crepuscular rays coming from behind some clouds, projecting light and shadows on and around them, splitting the frame in half. The colours are golden on the left-hand side and blue on the right-hand side.

September 8th

We report from under the morning clouds, looking at the shadows they project from high in the sky. There was some fog that has just about dissipated now, the air is still humid, and the sun has not yet reached us. We decided that we were going to wait for the sunshine here.

Digital painting of a sunset sky; most of the sky is already a dark blue, but there are some bright orange clouds in the bottom half of the frame, long and thin.

September 9th

We report: this was a small part of the sky. Over the course of an hour, it darkened and lit up, a slow-going firework with no sound. We watched as the fire in the sky burned down to ashes, only remaining as an afterimage on our retinas.

Digital painting of a starry night sky, with a gradient of black to blue, and a waning moon crescent.

September 21st

We report that we spent a lot of time with our expert trying to rename the stars - mostly because we could not remember what their names were, but also because it seemed like a great bonding experience. We argued a lot, agreed on a few names, and promptly forgot them.

Digital painting of a grey sky with a double rainbow starting on the left-hand side and finishing out of frame. There is a green field with a line of trees lit by the sun in the background. There are three black birds flying in the sky.

September 10th

We report: it is not about loving the sun, the sun simply is. There is nothing without the sun. But on days when rainbows appear - we can see the light shimmer through the raindrops, the rain falls heavier, and the sun shines brighter (and we do love the sun in this moment).

Digital painting of a sun shower in a clearing, with the sun casting rays that illuminate raindrops, and the trees and grass as well.

September 12th

We report: not so long ago here, the grass had yellowed entirely, become dry, been hopelessly stomped to the ground by the summer heat. But with these days of heavy rain and the ones with intermittent moments of sunshine too, it is like a short spring shoved in between seasons.

Digital painting of a sunset sky in grey and gold tones; most of the sky in pale blue and grey tones, and a single cloud in the middle, fully yellow going on orange.

September 13th

We report: the sun set early, we think - we were not looking at the time, nor were we most other days but it felt that way. We had plans, but we forgot what they were, and no one asked where we were anyway. After this day of missed moments, though, the clouds were dipped in gold.

Digital painting of some white wispy clouds in a blue sky. The clouds are long and flat, but wavy.

September 14th

We report cirrus on a windy day; it is too early in the season for many leaves to fall when there is a particularly strong gust of wind, and it is a warm breeze still. Even as we are looking at those clouds starting to clump together, we know that the wind shall stay kind.

Digital painting of a thunderstorm scene at night. Most of the sky is covered with a looming black cloud formation, out of which a single lightning bolt is coming, white with many branches. The sky underneath the cloud formation spans from a light gr

September 15th

We report: we got woken up by a thunderclap and stayed up to watch the storm slowly make its way over the horizon. The timespan between lightning and thunder gradually grew bigger until we fell asleep while trying to count the seconds.

Digital painting of a stormy sea with a dark cloudy sky above, and many seagulls flying around. There is an island far on the horizon.

September 16th

We report an unexpectedly cold day after the rather warm weather that we have had all September. We toed the shoreline on the beach, and got our trousers wet up to the knee when the sea got rowdy. We sincerely felt as though the seagulls were having a great laugh at our expense.

Digital painting of a big curly cloud in shades of white and grey, with only a small bit of the blue sky visible.

September 17th

We report on the way the sunshine smells, and on the way it sticks to our skin. And it was a long day, but we could see the sun the whole time as it narrowly avoided all the clouds until nighttime, and even then, its afterimage stayed so clearly.

Digital painting of a sunset sky, purple in the background with bright orange clouds over it, long, thin, and wavy.

September 18th

We report: the long way home suddenly felt a lot shorter today, when we spent it looking up the whole time. There was not much to see at first - the clouds were almost invisible during daytime. As darkness took over, though, they got revealed from the underside, bright and bold.

Digital painting of a golden grass field with dark and heavy clouds in the sky over it, and a white wind turbine in the distance.

September 19th

We report, on a day full of electricity, the wind turbines are spinning very fast and steadily, and the sun beaming down on the fields is making the sky look so much darker in comparison. We can still hear some crickets even as the weather keeps getting colder.

Digital painting of some long, thin white clouds in a blue sky, with many phone lines crossing over one another in the frame.

September 20th

We report: the clouds got tangled up with the phone lines, stuck in their net for a long time until the wind blew hard enough to tear them away. Throughout the day, we noticed many more clouds going through this predicament.

Digital painting of a sunset sky in pastel pink and orange tones, with some blue sky visible in between clouds.

September 22nd

We report: we can feel the humidity seeping through our clothes, and the trees and the grass and the flowers of late summer all smell louder, clear and bright in the evening air. The wind is creating an ever-changing sunset landscape in the sky.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky in various shades of grey.

September 23rd

We report a very rainy day, and there are puddles and there is moss now that it has been raining for a few days. We left a pair of scissors in the grass and it is rusty now, and there is a trail of snail slime on the kitchen window.

Digital painting of a blue sky with many contrails and small fluffy clouds.

September 24th

We report: a plane threaded through this cloud, suspending it on a string of steam in the sun. The sky is slow today, most clouds are barely moving, but the planes are making waves in a matter of seconds - cutting through the silence.

Digital painting of a sky in a blue and purple gradient, with dark blue clouds taking up most of it, above the black silhouette of a mostly asleep city skyline.

September 25th

We report, this morning, about the many different hours occurring at the same exact moment. We know people in faraway places who are still dreaming, right now, and some who have already lived through many things in their day. The same sun, but different shadows everywhere.

Digital painting of a swirling sky in bright sunset shades of gold and grey, with a few black birds flying up there.

September 26th

We report: the house got drenched in golden light, in a way that had us immediately look out the window. The whole sky was lit up, and the world around us was in shades that we had never seen before. We stepped outside to take it in. The light changed again after a few minutes.

Digital painting of a rainy day scene, with a heavy grey sky and some dark trees that disappear into the rain as they get further back on the horizon.

September 27th

We report the most humid day that we believe we have ever experienced. The rain never stopped, and despite dressing adequately when we got out, we ended up with damp hair and clothing. Our fingers were red and wrinkled, and we carried the smell of rain on us for hours.

Digital painting of some curly cirrus in a vibrant blue sky.

September 28th

We report: in this place, the season changed overnight. We went to sleep after a warm day, and found some frost on the grass early in the morning the day after. Summer left and Autumn settled in for good. We noticed different colours in the trees, the air smelled different.

Digital painting of a twilight sky with a gradient, a tinge of yellow above the horizon and dark blues further up, and long black clouds. There are three bright stars.

September 29th

We report, in the backseat of our expert's car, we fell asleep to the sound of the radio. When we woke up, the once-white clouds were ink blots in the dark sky, but the radio was still droning on, and there was still a ways to go.

Digital painting of a dark pink and red sunset sky, with light cirrus.

September 30th

We report: today, there was a lot to think about, and some of the thoughts had quite some weight - the ruckus they were causing in our mind got to be tiring. It was there, in the cold, humid air, that there was a lightness to be found, somehow. We knew this would be the case.

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