May 17th

Digital painting of some wispy, white cirrus in a bright blue sky, describing neat arabesques akin to calligraphic strokes.

We report: we are witnessing the formation of the crispest, purest cirrus that we have every seen. Their shapes are full of intent, bold leaps into the heights of the troposphere. As they keep developing, we almost think we hear a sharp, crystalline hiss when they collide.

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May 16th