2000 Days Anniversary
October 4th, 2025
1:12 AM: while the clouds reluctantly part and immediately knit back together. In the empty darkness of small hours,
12:36 AM: the moon rose lightlessly behind clouds, and is just now showing
3:41 AM: we feel lightheaded looking up. We only notice the clouds by the way they block the starlight now, rushing between our fingers
2:04 AM: the stars are a bright cacophony of bells, and as they multiply in the sky,
4:28 AM: on a wind that is drying our eyes. Each star has its own halo, and our yawns are getting larger and larger. We long for our bed, but
6:54 AM: suddenly, early morning mist swallows the sky. Under the streetlights, it is the coldest it has been all night,
5:01 AM: we think we are only now getting used to the darkness. Our expert is denying their sleepiness while their eyelids are drooping, and
10:33 AM: that we are due for a storm in the afternoon. We hum, unwilling to form an opinion on the subject, but the wind from last night
7:58 AM: but the day comes alive that much brighter for the chill in the wind. The sunrise is too quick for how long we waited for it. We blink, and
8:44 AM: the blue of the sky is an intense turquoise at the zenith, almost like it is making up for something. We hear
8:00 PM: the grey clouds dissolve into the blue of dusk, losing shade after shade in the ocean. We return to the cold
9:19 AM: the ocean over everything else. We are watching small crabs burying themselves into the sand. Our expert thinks
11:51 AM: is still pushing and pulling, and the sky keeps changing. There is a depth to the air, not quite warm
12:47 PM: but the sun is here now, a dazzling presence overhead that washes everything out. We take a walk
1:13 PM: under the pooling clouds, with the sense that our expert was perhaps correct in their predictions. The air smells
2:24 PM: like the rain that is just starting to fall. This light drizzle is still hesitant, it could evaporate within minutes, or
3:17 PM: get stronger, creating a shimmer over the trees. We cannot pinpoint the moment when it gets dark, yet
4:07 PM: when the light pierces through the clouds, it is impossible to ignore. It is like a second sunrise,
5:11 PM: a deep breath in the chaos of this October day; the quiet lasts for a little while, as long as any quiet lasts in the sky,
6:34 PM: so from there on, we have to keep watching more closely. The details become more important. While the minutes pass,
7:16 PM: we forget the day must end. The colours turn once more, dragged into existence by the low sun, the late hour. Soon,
9:08 PM: that we left behind at dawn. We hear the temperature drop and the humidity grow in the louder sounds of traffic. In the shadows,
10:39 PM: the fog rises, real fog that wraps around our legs and trips us when we are not paying attention. With the sky sitting on our shoulders,
11:25 PM: we trudge along fresh puddles on the way home. There is light from somewhere far away keeping the horizon awake.