June 2025

Digital painting of a bright blue sky filled with contrails, some neat and narrow, others fraying in the atmosphere, twisting with one another.

June 2nd

We report: in this place, the air smells warm, the ground is dry, and dust collects on rearview mirrors. Our expert resisted the urge to draw something there. We saw the wheat growing past our knees in the fields. None of the clouds came on the wind today.

Digital painting of a yellow-orange sunrise sky, partly covered in long blue-grey clouds. The sun is peeking out from behind one of the largest clouds.

June 1st

We report from our front door: we had not expected the sun to be quite so shy on the first day of meteorological summer. The clouds are sweeping the sky at a great pace, and the gale raises a few shivers in us. We dare say it is a little bit cold even when the sun comes out.

June 4th

We report: these long days keep on getting longer, and the sun lingers at the door while the clouds bruise purple and pink. The moon struggles to find room in the interlude, but we feel exactly in the right place at this instant, our shoulders damp with evening drizzle.

Digital painting of an overcast sky, a pale blue, full of different layers of grey clouds. These layers are striated in different directions, and on top of one of them, there are a few well-defined waves.

June 3rd

We report a little late in the day: every time we look at the sky, the wind shear is taking it to different places, and simultaneously too. As a result of these contradictory movements, we see a display of the Kelvin-Helmholtz instability, rolling waves crowning the clouds.

Digital painting of a sunrise sky, filled with all kinds of clouds of different shapes and sizes. They are purple and bright pink where the light hits them, with touches of yellow. It is a messy sky.

June 5th

We report under the fastest clouds that we have seen in some time: it is a dry morning, which we are thankful for given this wild wind. It feels quite pleasant when we step outside, even though our hair is very much in our face. Flashes of pink light catch us through the clouds.

Digital painting of a pale grey sky full of large, voluminous, dark grey clouds. The light is dim and cold.

June 7th

We report as the rain just reaches a steady pace: it is no storm, but it is not a small amount of water. The sky is so opaque that the vibrant blue of yesterday seems like a distant memory. The low whistle of the rain accompanies us through the day.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky with the sun right in the middle of the frame, surrounded by a halo, and some thin cirrus that catch the light.

June 6th

We report: this is the full 22° halo that we have been looking for all day, though we did notice a lone sun dog earlier. We feel justified in thinking the cirrus layer was just right for its formation. We wonder if it is true that these halos announce future storms.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky, odd, swirly, dark shapes arranged in layers, with all kinds of contrast in the lighting.

June 11th

We report in the nervous energy at the end of a hot afternoon: all the critters are buzzing around, the humidity is cloying, and the sky is scrunching up like it is gearing up for something. Only, when the storm bursts, the thunder booms but once, and then wisps itself away.

Digital painting of a seascape at night, dark blue, starry sky over the calm ocean. There is a purple tint to the starlight.

June 8th

We report: sometime after the moon has set, and before sunrise, the mist over the ocean begins to get thicker. It slowly seizes the starlight, and the waves become harder to discern. We hear the water swirling nearby, and we wonder if we are imagining it getting louder.

Digital painting of a sunset sky, distinct rays of orange light fanning out into a deep blue, with a couple of rows of long black clouds at the bottom of the frame.

June 9th

We report while the warmth of the afternoon is dissipating, the mix in temperatures in the air confusing our senses. The smells of early summer are strong in the fading light, grass, warm gravel, and the scent that is indescribable, but unique to this time of the year.

June 21st

We report on the earliest of mornings of the year: the ruins of the night are coming down in premature warmth. We are already awake, unable to sleep in the summer fever; our expert is still deep in their dreams. The sun is barely above the horizon, cloaked by the clouds.

Digital painting of the sky, framed by green foliage. The sky is a light cornflower blue, filled with delicate cirrus that branch out from behind the trees.

June 10th

We report: here in the undergrowth, the ground is mottled with sun spots, and the sky only appears where the trees are willing to part. We look up only every now and then as we try to watch our step between brambles and stinging nettles, but the cirrus do not appear to move much.

June 12th

We report: the storm water lies still in puddles which have grown to pond size in some spots. As we walk around marshy waters, we see clouds rise from the ground, rain and dew from last night taking up their sky journey anew in their evaporation. It smells like more rain ahead.

Digital painting of a sunrise sky, all in pastel shades. The background is orange, with long, purple and pink clouds spread out across the frame. There is a bird flying on the left-hand side of the frame.

June 13th

We report somewhere between two shades of pink: brand new clouds have been appearing since day break, and most of them have not moved since. Despite the absence of movement up there, it is windy down here. The gulls are endlessly circling the shore, riding the gale.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky filled with wispy, semitransparent, white clouds forming intricate shapes together.

June 14th

We report about dissolving cirrocumulus. We find they are transitory; they have the elegance of cirrus, and the chaotic nature of cumulus. Forming at high altitudes, they still contain liquid water. As creatures of contradiction, they do not tend to stick around too long.

Digital painting of an overcast sky, full of intertwined, large, dark grey clouds. There is a small gap where the clouds are lighter at the bottom of the frame.

June 15th

We report: this morning, the clouds are crawling as low and as languidly as possible in the sky. The sun rises so early these days, yet it seems that we are taking our sweet time catching up to it. It feels like the bite in the air is setting us back a few weeks in the season.

Digital painting of a twilight sky, full of long, dark clouds, some nocturnal shade of blue-grey with highlights of pink in places.

November 16th

We report about the winds of November, doing their best to sweep up, dry everything up and get rid of dead leaves before the year is out. It will not do much as we can smell new rain on the next cloud already, but the effort is commendable if fruitless. Sisyphus in the wind.

Digital painting of a sunset sky, tall, voluminous clouds in shades of gold and brown, with undertones of red in places.

June 17th

We report in unpeopled landscapes of the sky continent: the sunshine is travelling through depths of steam, and the little bit that makes it out comes away changed, carrying specks of gold and copper. Midnight draws near when the vision begins to fade from our mind.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky, partly cloudy. Some of the clouds are puffy and translucent, and those in the middle are white and wispy, creating arches, waves and curls.

June 18th

We report: some of these blue summer skies look deceptively calm, like nothing much is going on. There is heat settling in our weather once again, this time deep and indelible. It is felt from daybreak to sundown, and even in between, radiating from all around us.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky, layers of different shades of grey framing a very pale patch of blue. The clouds are long, messily arranged, some of the smaller ones haphazardly sprinkled over the bigger ones.

June 19th

We report at the height of today’s temperatures: it would appear that these skies cannot bear heat for long before they get overwhelmed — in the same fashion we do. This afternoon, while walking in the sun, we did silently plead for some shade, and it seems we conjured it up.

A dusk sky, twilight blue with dark blue clouds swirling into intricate shapes, and a few long, thin, lighter blue clouds sweeping the bottom left corner of the frame.

June 20th

We report: sure enough, even when the summer solstice comes around, we see the day snuffed out. Then again, we did get more than our fair share of sunshine this week. While the vault gets painted with darker shades of blue, we take the long, reluctant way to sleep.

Digital painting of a blue sky filled with semitransparent, white clouds, run through with undulations in all directions. The resulting shapes are delicate waves of various sizes.

June 22nd

We report: the sky has frozen into the motion of the wind, all the ways across, turbulence and all. This quilt is stitched in sunshine, ice, and time - fragile pieces of fabric, and it is no wonder that it is already starting to unravel. The waves get rowdier among the clouds.

Digital painting of a tall, voluminous cloud with a dark grey base, around golden hour. From the base, what looks like a small grey tornado is emerging, thin, tapering off in the air.

June 23rd

We report in the late afternoon: we saw the bewilderment in the eyes of our expert before we saw the funnel cloud for ourselves. It never made it to the ground; there was never a storm, nor even a cumulonimbus in sight. And just as quickly as it had formed, it vanished.

Digital painting of a dark night sky with purple undertones, filled with bright stars. Thin, translucent clouds are scattered across the frame.

June 24th

We report: the loudest nights are upon us. The frogs, the cicadas, the bats, and the odd owl are all working together to drown out the mosquitoes, for which we are thankful. Near the ground, the humidity cuts through the heat of the days, and a sense of peace washes over us.

Digital painting of some wide, voluminous clouds in sunset light. The sky is a pale orange, the clouds are purple and blue, with bright orange light hitting their edges from the side.

June 25th

We report while waiting for rain clouds that will not come: at least we saw the atmospheric pressure change, and the way it took everything down with it when it fell. We think the clouds got turned around when the wind went anticlockwise, somewhere off the coast.

Digital painting of a countryside landscape, blue sky above a green field. The sky is streaked with contrails intersecting at one point. There is a line of green trees between the sky and the field, and stray blades of grass in the foreground.

June 26th

We report: noon light above the growing crops, the sun is pressing down on our face, hot and sharp. There is not a lick of a breeze to displace the mass of heat on the ground, yet we see the soil breathe when we watch with intent. And we watch. And the horizon line oscillates.

Digital painting of a rainy sky, dark grey clouds parting to reveal a bright spot from which light pours. Some relief shows in the clouds there, and small jagged grey clouds are scattered in the opening.

June 27th

We report mid-morning: this time, there was no waiting around for rain. It looked like it was about to rain, and then it rained, which was a straightforward process that we appreciated for both its simplicity, and the fact that it happened. Now, we would like for it to continue.

Digital painting of a rainy night scene: the orange and white glows of streetlights are highlighting the mist of rain, the silhouettes of a few houses, and the vegetation on the side of a hill. The sky is otherwise dark, and opaque.

June 28th

We report: deep in the night, the thinnest drizzle falls in near silence, almost unseen if it were not for the streetlights. We walk through the clouds, the front of our coat catching most of the water as we disturb its suspension. In the morning, it will all look like dew.

Digital painting of a sunset sky, swathes of bright orange and pink clouds tracing graceful arcs in the purple sky.

June 29th

We report while June winds down, still hot, still bright. We try to treasure the light that we only get to enjoy in the weeks surrounding the solstice. It means we often catch ourselves with our chin in our hand, looking through the window until there is nothing left to see.

Digital painting of a partly cloudy sky, blue, the sun half-hidden behind voluminous clouds, casting strong rays of shadows all across the frame.

June 30th

We report about shadows, and a long afternoon, dry grass, dust and the heat on our eyelids. The air tastes all these things wrapped into one, carried by a warm wind. While the sky shifts into something new, we remain in place, stuck on this flavour of a summer day.

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