August 12th

We report: this morning sparkles in suspended water. The humidity has trapped both the chill and the heat, and we step around shallow puddles while wondering whether the mist is rain instead. There is no answer to be had; we, as always, struggle to fully wake up.

August 11th

We report: one more in a series of storms, this one we see from a respectable distance, and it never comes any closer. A long sigh, inevitable, drawn out. There is no tension in the way the clouds gather and darken. The rain evaporates in the air long before reaching the ground.

August 10th

We report a lot of wind this afternoon. It is picking up a lot of dust, lifting warm air off the ground, and pushing the clouds upwards. It was supposed to be a hot day, and it is; but the wind is making it light and easy, instead of the heavy mugginess we had been worried about.

August 9th

We report: the rain fell for a long time yesterday, and even through most of the night. The temperature dropped as the heat fell into the gutter with the rain, and this morning, the sunrise is happening through a slight fog. We keep blinking to try and see more clearly.

August 8th

We report a dry storm - so far. Lightning shoots in the warm air, sizzling in a few places at once, and the rain does not come - yet. When thunder growls, we think the clouds will give too, if the sky opens like this, then surely the rain... Not yet. The air is full of static.

August 7th

We report: this day follows a week of unrelenting heat. It has been muggy, hot air trapped under the clouds without much wind to speak of. It seems that we have reached a point where the atmosphere is saturated with humidity, though, and the clouds have changed - darker, heavier.

August 6th

We report about a day of August dripping with sunshine. The clouds parade through the sky like a rehearsed number. The blue of the sky is pale and tired, having withstood the passages of many clouds in the heat of the afternoon. The sweat burns our eyes when we look up.

August 5th

We report: there is an intimacy to observing someone watching a sunset. Our expert's eyes track a bird, and then trace each bright cirrus that catches the light. Their gaze often comes back to the same details, as though they had trouble looking away. We look at their eyes.

August 4th

We report under the sightless new moon: at times, the heat of the day is more than the night can bear, and the clouds pool in the darkness. We found a small interstice, enough for a handful of stars to appear. It is a perfect frame for a piece of the Perseid shower to fall into.

August 3rd

We report: early evening, and we think we somehow lost the sunset in the rain. Our expert confided that they were excited for autumn to come, and we said something along the lines of "Come on, it is the middle of summer still!". Secretly, we very much agree. The rain is lukewarm.

August 2nd

We report about the first days of August: we have not yet been able to grasp the colour of this summer. The weather is moving through the shades one by one, with little care for what our expert thinks it should look like. Now that August is here, we only want to keep watching.

August 1st

We report: we have kept an eye on the sunrise through each of its phases, from the darkest shade of blue to our burning retina in the sunshine. This feels like a hot day in the making already - everyone knows it. Our expert is still asleep, but they know it. It is in the smell.

July 31st

We report on this summer night: the heat has not let up yet. Though the glare of the sun is gone, it feels as though the air that comes in through our nose is as warm as the blood in our veins. Our expert notes the presence of Cassiopeia in the sky, faint, but familiar.

July 30th

We report: we met a storm chaser today, and he and our expert chatted about amateur radio licences for a long time. While they were talking, the storm that the storm chaser had come to meet slowly started to unfurl. The clouds' shadows moved as they exchanged call signs.

July 29th

We report under the early afternoon sun: it is hot. We have not been walking in the sunshine for long, but our expert's cheeks are red with the effort. The shade is still hard to find, even in streets where buildings are tall. The breeze that comes later is more than welcome.

July 28th

We report: it does not mean anything, right now, that it could rain any moment, that the sun is setting, that the breach in the clouds is about to close. For a few seconds, we are completely dazzled by the light. The wind keeps pushing. The light fades. It rains.

July 27th

We report in the smallest hours of night: the thunderstorm gets its start right above us, with no preamble. The cumulonimbus formed quietly in the darkness, and the first flash of lightning precedes thunder by only a few seconds. It sounds like sheets of metal banged together.

July 26th

We report: good morning, we are feeling a complicated blend of emotions; the sun is rising, the moon is here, it is raining. Our expert has brought us some tea to go, and our gratitude is overwhelming. We feel cold enough that we expect our breath to turn white.

July 25th

We report something sweet and sour about the sunset. Sitting on a bench, we feel the breeze coming in waves around our neck, but every so often, warm air rises from the ground. We touch our hand to the earth, and the grass is full of sunlight. The candy floss melts in the clouds.

July 24th

We report: this is one we saw while lying on our back. We were determined to keep our mind as empty as possible, and so we made it our task to let our eyes follow it through its journey. It was a slow one. Our neck feels somewhat tender. Our mind is suitably empty.