Delphine

Digital painting of a sunset sky, a small red sun nested among the tall dark grey clouds that frame the pale yellow sky. The clouds are orange on the edges that the sunshine touches.

We report: on this diluvian day, we obtained a customary twelve minutes break so that we could ensure that the sun still existed. Once these twelve minutes had elapsed, our star dipped into the lowest clouds, and the rain took up once again, a little louder than before.

I'm so sorry, you deserve a much better treatment than this! I'm crossing my fingers for you, and send you all my love 💜

Digital painting of a bright blue sky filled with wispy white clouds. Just out of frame, the sun shines brightly, creating subtle iridescence over the ice clouds.

We report: just east of the sun, the light is scattering endlessly, crossing through the spectrum several times over. We live in that space for a moment, somewhere between indigo and cyan, or orange and magenta. The diffraction is still happening on our eyelids when we blink.

Digital painting of a sunset sky: dark blue grey swathes of clouds framing a stripe of pastel pink, with a few smaller clouds scattered across the frame.

We report while the last lights of sunset go out: even on such an overcast day, we notice how bright the evenings of mid-spring are. It has rained a lot today, the air smells like a million different things, and the birds are singing louder than ever. The pink lingers in the sky.

Digital painting of an overcast sky, with small gaps between some of the clouds letting a pale blue show through. The clouds are all shades from white to a dark blue-grey. There is a swift flying in the middle of the frame.

We report under a busy sky: the swifts are flying at eye level, smooth, low arcs to catch pollen beetles and flies. There is warmth suspended in the air, but each gust of wind shakes it; we feel the crisp humidity against our cheeks. Somewhere in the low grass, crickets chirp.

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Digital painting of a rainy scene, a field of grass and a line of trees, the top of them bathed in golden light. The sky is cloudy but bright, the same yellow light creating contrast, a very small bit of blue visible in a corner.

We report rainbow weather: a spring shower is meeting the course of the sun, and it is difficult to see much of anything between the rain and the light in our eyes. The rain is falling harder than we had expected, but the sun is also shining brighter, loud in a different way.

Digital painting of some voluminous, cauliflower-like clouds caught in dramatic, red and orange lighting.

We report in the late evening: it is all a bit much. The wind is strong and blowing from an unusual direction, the clouds are expanding to monstrous proportions, and the light feels apocalyptic in nature. When it starts raining, it seems like an appropriate climax to the sunset.

Digital painting of a sunrise sky, a large indigo and purple cloud occupying most of the frame. In the blue sky, some small, bright pink clouds are sprinkled.

We report: the sunrise is revealing new clouds where we thought there were none, back when the whole sky was a uniform middle blue. Now a breeze starts to round out the clouds, and things are suddenly moving much faster while, as usual, we struggle to muster a single thought.

Digital painting of a sunrise scene: the small pink sun through a long band of light grey clouds hugging the horizon, and then a gradient of pastel orange and blue, with yellow clouds spread out across the sky. Beneath the sun, a countryside landscape of fields and woods, hazy in the fog.

We report: the sun is crawling its way up through the clouds, and the fog is keeping a hold on the ground as best as it can, but this already feels like a sunny day. We are watching the flowers rise to face the sky, slowly opening. We can hear the dew dripping off the leaves.

Digital painting of a sunset sky, glowing yellow and orange, with towering grey clouds in the foreground, looking almost purple by contrast.

We report: through the unpredictable days of April, the clouds rise and fall within moments, and sun and rain ceaselessly chase each other. It seems that at last, one has caught up to the other; we got a shower at sunset, a brief burst from clouds we cannot locate.

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Digital painting of a flowering blackthorn shrub against the backdrop of a clear, bright blue sky.

We report: it is only with the spring that we realise the world is covered in blackthorn. The white flowers have sprouted everywhere, taking over the hills and the roadsides, reflecting the sunshine. Our expert is covered in petals when they meet us today. We do not say anything.

Digital painting of a sunrise sky, blue clouds in the background, with pink and purple clouds in the foreground, especially colourful at the base of the clouds.

We report as we are attempting to pinpoint the smell of sunrise: perhaps the colour of the clouds makes a difference. Perhaps pink is a little bit sweet, just a splash in the aroma of fresh-fallen rain, and the new growth of grass. We inhale some drizzle and sneeze a few times.

Digital painting of an overcast sky, with a patch of the palest blue framed with grey clouds; tall, wide, bubbling clouds through which the light filters.

We report in transience: there is not much time for the sky today, or so we try to convince ourselves. In truth, we steal moments, shapes and colours, and guess at the temperature of the light. We crack a window to let in the smell of the rain, and the wind slams it wide open.

Digital painting of some long, but voluminous, white and grey clouds in the yellow sunshine, with the blue sky all around.

We report: at this moment, whether we were very busy, whether we had a purpose to fill, we do not remember. We can only treat the little wild part of ourselves to the windy sunshine that stopped us in our tracks. There is an echo of all the times we stood in the sun before.

Digital painting of a dusk sky, a pale cerulean sort of colour with a line of dark blue clouds at the bottom of the frame. There are very faint clouds peppered above, some of which carry a slight peach tint.

We report: the sunset has dragged us deep underwater, slowly sapping every colour but blue from the atmosphere. We hear the sounds of the nearby highway especially well tonight, a constant stream of noise which wallpapers the back of our mind; something of the damp in the air.

Digital painting of a sunrise sky in pastel colour, a pale green to blue gradient in the background, with fuzzy clouds of faded pink-grey, highlighted bright orange from below. A couple of long, flat, grey-blue clouds float to the left of the frame.

We report on the arrival of light: by the time morning came, we had re-imagined the concept of sunrises a hundred times in our dreams. When the sun did rise, it was of course precisely different from each of these dreams; all-encompassing, it somehow carried even sound and smell.

Je suis dans la queue, y'a effectivement du monde mais on devrait pouvoir trouver des places 🙌

La même ici, je pense que ce sera nécessaire pour avoir une place 🙈

Digital painting of a night sky filled with an aurora, streaks of bright pink, pastel green, lilac and purple that span the whole frame. There are stars coming through the colours. There is a dark field of grass in the foreground.

We report: we constantly underestimate the fabric of our universe, even as we are aware that it is a much larger, much more colourful tapestry than we could ever conceive. For every little thing that has been understood and explained, there are millions more that escape meaning.

Digital painting of a sunrise over the countryside, snowy fields split by a narrow road. The sun is small, a pink-orange glow cast around itself and over the snow. There is a line of bare trees on the horizon. There are winding track marks in the snow.

We report: there is rock salt on the sides of the roads, and black ice on the parking lot where our expert's car was parked through the night. A surprising quantity of birds can be heard in the countryside. We find a few gathered around mistletoe in an aspen, picking at berries.

Digital painting of a seascape: the sky is big, full of clouds that hide the low sun. Even then, there are distinct sun rays scattered all over the sky, creating strong highlights and shadows. The sea is a steel grey, the coastal line is running over the horizon, and there is a small island peaking out of the water.

We report: there is only a light breeze on the beach, but it is enough to carry a substantial amount of sea-spray. Only the ocean can tire us out this way, make us bone-weary, and the cold has gone to our feet despite all our layers. We also feel particularly alive.

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Digital painting of a blue sky, the frame half-occupied by a white cloud with a jagged lower edge. A rainbow runs along this edge, pastel orange, pink, purple, blue, green, and yellow. There are tiny wisps of clouds sprinkled across the clear sky below.

We report in the space of a few seconds, while the light shines just at the right angle, through the correct type of air: there is a small bit of iridescence sojourning on the edge of a cloud. This time, for once, we let it vanish without alerting anyone to its presence.

Digital painting of a foggy scene, houses and trees lost in the distant blur, and some utility poles, closer to the foreground. The fog is particularly thick.

We report: today, the fog is so dense that even our expert's keen eyes are starved for details. The sky seems a nebulous concept when brought down so low to the ground. We watch minuscule droplets of water dance in front of the fog lights, and the day goes by unseen.

Digital painting of a peach-coloured sky, with a bit of more saturated yellow and red in the lower half of the frame. There are straggly, grey clouds scattered every which way across the sky, falling apart from all sides.

We report: someone has lit a fire in the neighbourhood, and we have trouble telling smoke from clouds. The days have not grown much longer yet, and the sunsets still seem to last hours, holding on tightly to each end of the afternoon. We tread well-worn grooves in muddy paths.