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We report: on the way home, we look for high ground to watch the sunset, hoping it is not nightfall when we find it. It feels familiar, walking fast in brisk weather for a moment of colours. We never find the right spot, and we realise our two eyes are not enough to see it well.
January 7, 2026 at 11:47 PM
We report: on the way home, we look for high ground to watch the sunset, hoping it is not nightfall when we find it. It feels familiar, walking fast in brisk weather for a moment of colours. We never find the right spot, and we realise our two eyes are not enough to see it well.
We report in those very cold hours of the almost-morning. The snow is untouched on the fields, barely any fox tracks in the hollows of the furrows when we look carefully. The wind is moving the clouds along, and the sky is already less opaque than it was yesterday.
January 6, 2026 at 11:14 PM
We report in those very cold hours of the almost-morning. The snow is untouched on the fields, barely any fox tracks in the hollows of the furrows when we look carefully. The wind is moving the clouds along, and the sky is already less opaque than it was yesterday.
We report in the mid-afternoon: we have been keeping track of the weather acoustically today. It is all in the nuances of the muffled sounds of the rain versus the sharp attack of the hail, and the freezing rain somewhere in between. If there was snow, we missed it.
January 5, 2026 at 11:36 PM
We report in the mid-afternoon: we have been keeping track of the weather acoustically today. It is all in the nuances of the muffled sounds of the rain versus the sharp attack of the hail, and the freezing rain somewhere in between. If there was snow, we missed it.
We report: so far today, no rain, no hail, and the wind is awfully dry too. We have chosen this day for a walk, thinking of the clear weather as great conditions. That it is, but we are feeling the chill on our face very well. We carry a sun glare in the corner of our teary eyes.
January 4, 2026 at 11:50 PM
We report: so far today, no rain, no hail, and the wind is awfully dry too. We have chosen this day for a walk, thinking of the clear weather as great conditions. That it is, but we are feeling the chill on our face very well. We carry a sun glare in the corner of our teary eyes.
We report after a shower of fine hail: we thought the night would have well and truly fallen once the sky cleared. We now realise that since the solstice, we have gained a handful of minutes of sunlight. It is still practically nothing, but we are eager to notice these things.
January 4, 2026 at 12:49 AM
We report after a shower of fine hail: we thought the night would have well and truly fallen once the sky cleared. We now realise that since the solstice, we have gained a handful of minutes of sunlight. It is still practically nothing, but we are eager to notice these things.
We report: there is a lunar corona tonight, and this is the first time we are able to observe one so closely. When it is a solar corona, even the darkest of sunglasses cannot help us see it. We feel just fine watching the moon; we only have to accept that it is looking back.
January 2, 2026 at 11:45 PM
We report: there is a lunar corona tonight, and this is the first time we are able to observe one so closely. When it is a solar corona, even the darkest of sunglasses cannot help us see it. We feel just fine watching the moon; we only have to accept that it is looking back.
We report well-immersed in the brand new clouds of the brand new year. And it is what it is, because the year is so very new, everything in it is quite new, including the mud from yesterday's walk, still caked on our boots. We try to hold on to the shininess of the moment.
January 1, 2026 at 11:42 PM
We report well-immersed in the brand new clouds of the brand new year. And it is what it is, because the year is so very new, everything in it is quite new, including the mud from yesterday's walk, still caked on our boots. We try to hold on to the shininess of the moment.
We report: this is a bluebird day. It went below freezing last night, and when we got out this morning, there were icicles on branches, and a thin layer of ice on puddles. The sky is big and empty; we can only assume this year is all out of clouds, which is only fair.
December 31, 2025 at 11:05 PM
We report: this is a bluebird day. It went below freezing last night, and when we got out this morning, there were icicles on branches, and a thin layer of ice on puddles. The sky is big and empty; we can only assume this year is all out of clouds, which is only fair.
We report from high in the clouds, where there is warmth in the perishing light, and where things move fast in a way that makes sense. For this little while, we do not think about the tiredness of dark days, and the languor that the cold has wrapped our bones in.
December 31, 2025 at 12:31 AM
We report from high in the clouds, where there is warmth in the perishing light, and where things move fast in a way that makes sense. For this little while, we do not think about the tiredness of dark days, and the languor that the cold has wrapped our bones in.
We report: we have seen this bright, bright spot in the sky enough times over the past few days that we remembered to ask our expert what planet it is. This is Jupiter, bracketed by Gemini and Canis Minor. We spend some time imagining we can see the storm raging on its surface.
December 29, 2025 at 11:54 PM
We report: we have seen this bright, bright spot in the sky enough times over the past few days that we remembered to ask our expert what planet it is. This is Jupiter, bracketed by Gemini and Canis Minor. We spend some time imagining we can see the storm raging on its surface.
We report as we are losing blue sky to this cumulonimbus. It has been noted throughout the day that it is still quite cold, which our expert attributes to the mean sea-level pressure remaining high throughout the week. We think it should snow, if only because we would like it.
December 29, 2025 at 12:23 AM
We report as we are losing blue sky to this cumulonimbus. It has been noted throughout the day that it is still quite cold, which our expert attributes to the mean sea-level pressure remaining high throughout the week. We think it should snow, if only because we would like it.
We report: the gorse shrubs are flowering under the cold sun in fat yellow blooms. The wind carries a smell of honey when we walk by too close, and the thorns catch in our hair and clothes. The blue sky falls in deep puddles in the middle of our path. We have to step around it.
December 28, 2025 at 1:17 AM
We report: the gorse shrubs are flowering under the cold sun in fat yellow blooms. The wind carries a smell of honey when we walk by too close, and the thorns catch in our hair and clothes. The blue sky falls in deep puddles in the middle of our path. We have to step around it.
We report a few minutes before sunset: it seems to us the sun has been hovering there for a long time. We almost fall on our face several times for our staring at it to the side, but it is simply not moving. But then, of course, we look away for a moment, and it disappears.
December 27, 2025 at 1:13 AM
We report a few minutes before sunset: it seems to us the sun has been hovering there for a long time. We almost fall on our face several times for our staring at it to the side, but it is simply not moving. But then, of course, we look away for a moment, and it disappears.
We report: all the snow and the ice came in the very last hours of the night. It is a paper thin layer on the ground, and it will likely melt when the sun comes out, but the view is arresting nonetheless. Our expert is trying hard to contain their excitement, unsuccessfully.
December 26, 2025 at 12:57 AM
We report: all the snow and the ice came in the very last hours of the night. It is a paper thin layer on the ground, and it will likely melt when the sun comes out, but the view is arresting nonetheless. Our expert is trying hard to contain their excitement, unsuccessfully.
We report late in the morning: the clouds are taking root, big old trees casting enough shade to make it look like dusk. In the leaden sky, we find whispers of snow. It has been cold for days now, has had time to settle in. It burns our nose and the tips of our fingers.
December 25, 2025 at 1:14 AM
We report late in the morning: the clouds are taking root, big old trees casting enough shade to make it look like dusk. In the leaden sky, we find whispers of snow. It has been cold for days now, has had time to settle in. It burns our nose and the tips of our fingers.
We report: it has stopped raining, and the sky has cleared out some, but it is not quite sunny yet. The humidity is still shimmering in the air, even though the wind is now coming in strong; it is cold like this. The clouds are being diluted into liquid shapes up there.
December 24, 2025 at 12:39 AM
We report: it has stopped raining, and the sky has cleared out some, but it is not quite sunny yet. The humidity is still shimmering in the air, even though the wind is now coming in strong; it is cold like this. The clouds are being diluted into liquid shapes up there.
We report at dawn, when the weather is about to turn - a sweet, pink sunrise like this, we know something has changed in the atmospheric pressure. This will be the first day during which we will not lose light since June. As usual, we do not see a difference, but we want to.
December 22, 2025 at 11:53 PM
We report at dawn, when the weather is about to turn - a sweet, pink sunrise like this, we know something has changed in the atmospheric pressure. This will be the first day during which we will not lose light since June. As usual, we do not see a difference, but we want to.
We report: in the very long night before nights start getting shorter, there are more stars than we have seen in some time. In the sharp chill of after midnight, we watch a stray child from the Geminids dash in between Castor and Pollux, and then it is gone for good.
December 21, 2025 at 11:43 PM
We report: in the very long night before nights start getting shorter, there are more stars than we have seen in some time. In the sharp chill of after midnight, we watch a stray child from the Geminids dash in between Castor and Pollux, and then it is gone for good.
We report back from the wettest walk we have had all year. At first, it was a drizzle, and it was a pleasant time. It got progressively heavier, until the rain started hitting our face head on. We came home with the impression that we had just narrowly avoided drowning.
December 20, 2025 at 11:38 PM
We report back from the wettest walk we have had all year. At first, it was a drizzle, and it was a pleasant time. It got progressively heavier, until the rain started hitting our face head on. We came home with the impression that we had just narrowly avoided drowning.
We report: we had thought these clouds might expand into another form, but they seem to be collapsing instead. We have a thought towards the storm chaser we met last year, and we wonder how he deals with the clouds that do not make it to storms, how he fares in the off-season.
December 20, 2025 at 12:34 AM
We report: we had thought these clouds might expand into another form, but they seem to be collapsing instead. We have a thought towards the storm chaser we met last year, and we wonder how he deals with the clouds that do not make it to storms, how he fares in the off-season.
We report: at this late point in December, it is as though the sun is aware it only has a scarce few evenings left to make the best sunset of the year. And though we have adored every sunset since the beginning of January, we know we will call each one of those our new favourite.
December 19, 2025 at 12:19 AM
We report: at this late point in December, it is as though the sun is aware it only has a scarce few evenings left to make the best sunset of the year. And though we have adored every sunset since the beginning of January, we know we will call each one of those our new favourite.
We report: in the depths of bog country, the will-o’-the-wisps of distant city lights are keeping the sky three shades above full darkness. This is not enough light to observe the night life we hear, no matter how much we squint. We still think we see things move above the water.
December 17, 2025 at 11:47 PM
We report: in the depths of bog country, the will-o’-the-wisps of distant city lights are keeping the sky three shades above full darkness. This is not enough light to observe the night life we hear, no matter how much we squint. We still think we see things move above the water.
We report halfway through the month-long sunset that is December. We go through the days trying out different flavours of endings, and in this continuous fade-out, rain is present on almost each of those days. We weave our way around curtains of water and light.
December 17, 2025 at 12:59 AM
We report halfway through the month-long sunset that is December. We go through the days trying out different flavours of endings, and in this continuous fade-out, rain is present on almost each of those days. We weave our way around curtains of water and light.
We report: we watch layers of air mingling along gravity waves. We hear a little bit of music in the frequency of the waves; harmonies resonate in the ebbing of the clouds. On the ground, the wind is also drawing tight ripples on puddles, small-scale practice for grander schemes.
December 15, 2025 at 10:44 PM
We report: we watch layers of air mingling along gravity waves. We hear a little bit of music in the frequency of the waves; harmonies resonate in the ebbing of the clouds. On the ground, the wind is also drawing tight ripples on puddles, small-scale practice for grander schemes.
We report late afternoon: we come out at sunset to look at distant squiggles caught in light. It is cold, and the sun goes quickly, so we are back inside within minutes. It is really good; our cheeks burn, our nose runs, and we are still smiling when we meet eyes in the mirror.
December 14, 2025 at 11:51 PM
We report late afternoon: we come out at sunset to look at distant squiggles caught in light. It is cold, and the sun goes quickly, so we are back inside within minutes. It is really good; our cheeks burn, our nose runs, and we are still smiling when we meet eyes in the mirror.