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March 29th

Digital painting of a sunset sky, steel grey with a tall, bubbling, golden cloud, and some long, dark grey clouds occupying the bottom half of the frame.

We report in the vicinity of a storm, right there in the will-it-will-it-not of it. The clouds keep moving up like there is nowhere else to go, but the bugs and the birds are all flying low to the ground. There is a sense of suspension in the heavy air. The low sun flickers.

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March 28th

We report: we can hear the moody calls of a tawny owl out here. We are trying to find it among bare branches while the dusk light remains, but the mistletoe shrubs in the poplars trick our eyes. In the end, the day fades away completely, and the owl flies deep into the woods.

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March 27th

Digital painting of a landscape, light grey sky with a few floating white clouds over a green pasture covered in daisies and dandelions. There are a couple of houses peeking out from behind the horizon, grey slate roofs with chimneys.

We report in the almost-drizzle of a late March morning. The throes of winter are still fresh on our mind, and the blanket of white on the ground brings us to snow rather than daisies at first. Once the moment passes, we get there thanks to the bees and the butterflies.

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March 26th

We report: everything is constantly moving today, spinning and rolling and slipping. We get a sense of the situation at some point, but then we too must move, and nothing looks the same when we pay attention once more. We think things will settle only when the night comes.

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March 25th

Digital painting of a sunset sky, a dark purple, almost black cloud occupying most of the frame. In the bottom right corner, a bit of open sky, lilac with pink and purple clouds.

We report in the short hours of the evening: there is rain in our sunset, and it is spilling over everything. It is not the heaviest of rains, but because of the hour, when we look to the west, we see every last drop of sunshine falling to the ground. The puddles become oceans.

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March 24th

Digital painting of the sky before sunrise, clear, with a gradient of dark blue to turquoise, with a bit of yellow where the sun is about to come up. There are still stars in the sky. On the horizon line, some distant houses and bare trees.

We report: standing here before dawn, watching the sky shift while the shadows slowly recede, it feels like hearing a fanfare coming from across town. The music is already so loud, but it seems to get impossibly louder as it approaches, and here are the mediums, and now the highs

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March 23rd

Digital painting of a grey sky, dark, swirly clouds pulled into one another with silver light shining through the thinner parts.

We report as we are getting swallowed into the eddies of the sky: there is a lukewarm breeze brushing our ankles, but the wind on our ears is icy. A minute later, it all gets switched up, and it starts raining. We get the feeling that the clouds are tangled up for a reason.

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March 22nd

Digital painting of a bright blue sky, filled with long, thin, fibrous cirrus clouds creating delicate shapes in curves and trails.

We report: every cloud that has come to the sky today has been stretched from one horizon to the opposite end of the sky. This speaks to the languidness of this sunny day, that nothing seems to move on or over or out; the same clouds, in the same sky, for the forever of today.

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March 21st

Digital painting of a sunrise sky, blue clouds in the background, with pink and purple clouds in the foreground, especially colourful at the base of the clouds.

We report as we are attempting to pinpoint the smell of sunrise: perhaps the colour of the clouds makes a difference. Perhaps pink is a little bit sweet, just a splash in the aroma of fresh-fallen rain, and the new growth of grass. We inhale some drizzle and sneeze a few times.

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March 20th

Digital painting of a cloudy sky at dusk, the clouds all shades of dark blue against dark blue. There is a layer of long, crenellated clouds at the bottom, and a large, looming shape above taking up most of the frame.

We report: the sky has spent the day putting layers on. The thin cirrus of the morning warm thickened until we could not find the sun anymore, and then we could feel the cold sting our eyes in the wind. The path to spring is a winding one, but we gladly walk the detours.

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March 19th

Digital painting of a cloudy, rainy sky, lighter in the background with dark grey clouds in the foreground.

We report in the late morning, when we have had enough time to figure out today might just be a rainy day. We can see new leaves in the trees encountering rain for the first time, a shiver that shakes branches. The showers are brief, but also heavy and numerous.

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March 18th

Digital painting of a bright blue sky, completely empty but for a small cloud looking like a ball of cotton.

We report: there is a small tuft of white bravely facing the immensity of the blue sky all on its lonesome, certainly confronting its own individuality and whatnot. With nothing else happening weatherwise at the moment, at least not visibly, all our focus is on the one cloud.

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March 17th

Digital painting of a sunrise sky: a gradient of pale blue to red through yellow, with a light veil of thin clouds. There is the sun right above the horizon, casting off a bright red glow all around.

We report as we are leaving the night behind: our breath fogs pale between the sun and us, and the sun rings red in the dewy air. It was not supposed to be this cold, but our usual suspect, the humidity, has us hunched up against the slight breeze. Our expert is in a cheery mood.

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March 16th

Digital painting of a night sky, the darkest blue, filled with bright stars, and a few translucent, long, wispy clouds.

We report: the stars find us as we move in the dark before we find them, and they seem a little closer than usual. We whisper the names of the ones we recognise, and our expert corrects us on more of them than we care to admit. We turn a torch on, and the stars move away.

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March 15th

Digital painting of an overcast sky, with a patch of the palest blue framed with grey clouds; tall, wide, bubbling clouds through which the light filters.

We report in transience: there is not much time for the sky today, or so we try to convince ourselves. In truth, we steal moments, shapes and colours, and guess at the temperature of the light. We crack a window to let in the smell of the rain, and the wind slams it wide open.

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March 14th

Digital painting of some long, but voluminous, white and grey clouds in the yellow sunshine, with the blue sky all around.

We report: at this moment, whether we were very busy, whether we had a purpose to fill, we do not remember. We can only treat the little wild part of ourselves to the windy sunshine that stopped us in our tracks. There is an echo of all the times we stood in the sun before.

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March 13th

Digital painting of a sunset sky in pastel tones, orange, and deep pink in the long, wispy clouds that cross the frame. There is a small, yellow full moon suspended in the sky.

We report under the stare of the full moon: we thought we had missed the sunset, but the sun waits for us longer and longer every day. Winter is still lingering in our bones, however, and there is the sharp sting of the unexpected, forgotten cold of mid-March. We do not linger.

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March 12th

Digital painting of a dusk sky, a pale cerulean sort of colour with a line of dark blue clouds at the bottom of the frame. There are very faint clouds peppered above, some of which carry a slight peach tint.

We report: the sunset has dragged us deep underwater, slowly sapping every colour but blue from the atmosphere. We hear the sounds of the nearby highway especially well tonight, a constant stream of noise which wallpapers the back of our mind; something of the damp in the air.

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March 11th

Digital painting of a cloudy sky, a large grey cloud taking up half of the frame, with distant rain falling underneath. In the background, the sky is not as heavy, with voluminous white and grey clouds, and long, thin, dark clouds superimposed.

We report as it is just starting to pour down: we heard thunder over the valley a while ago, but nothing came out of it at first. We were starting to wonder about the nature of the sound, and whether we had forgotten what thunder is like, when a distant, low rumble sounded again.

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March 10th

We report: there is a cloud of jackdaws circling the neighbourhood, a proper weather phenomenon as far as we are concerned. We have been looking for the sun, always a splash of light in the distance which disappears once we get closer, a cold mirage we cannot reach.

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