Digital painting of a night scene: dark trees stand out against a diffuse background. The sky is a dark blue, getting lighter in the lower half, where it is lit by city lights.

We report about a dank night in city lights: there is a sheen to the sky, pearlescent and vaguely eerie in the past-midnight brightness. Impossible to tell the hour, if not for the stillness of the world. We stumble, spooking a cat into hissing and crab-walking down the street.

Digital painting of a dark cloudy sky. The clouds are churning and curling in a chaos of all shades of grey.

We report on a windy afternoon: there are all these trees which are still painstakingly growing leaves, and flowers too. We can tell this is not an easy day for them. All those flowery trees are shaking, and the petals are flying all over, forming a spring blizzard.

Digital painting of a wide sky, large cirrus spanning the width of the frame, with cumulus moving in rows in the bottom third of it.

We report: today again, there was rain in the morning. It went away before noon, and ever since, the sky has been especially large and bright. We are standing against the wind, so the clouds are moving towards us and over our head. The air is light, full of pollen.

Digital painting of a sunrise sky: behind the clouds, it is a pale blue, but it is mostly overcast. The clouds are long, a bit scraggly, shades of pastel pink, bright pink, and purple, with another layer of blue-grey on top.

We report: lately, there is a lot of pink in the sky. It is the last bright colour we see in the evening, and the first one we see in the morning. It rains over it, today - not much, but it washes the pink off, and we watch it flow down the drains. It leaves a chill in the air.

Digital painting of a dusk sky: it is getting dark, but the gauzy cirrus are still bearing some slight purple and pink tones. There is Jupiter glowing in the sky.

We report: spring night sky in the Northern Hemisphere. Venus vanishes behind the horizon soon after sunset, Jupiter remains for a bit. When it gets dark, before midnight, we see Procyon and Capella, Castor and Pollux, Sirius, Betelgeuse and Aldebaran (our favourite neighbours).

Digital painting of a mostly overcast sky with a variety of shades: dark, grey-blue to the left-hand side, going into light grey and white where the clouds are crumbling into the blue sky. There is a common swift flying in the middle of the frame.

We report: it is still early morning, something a little fragile in the moment. We can tell that this is one of these few seconds of life we might remember years down the road, for no reason that we could pinpoint. A lone swift is feeding on the aeroplankton.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky filled with scattered, scraggly white clouds. There is a rainbow crossing the frame, over the clear sky.

We report: at the moment, we can only see the part of the sky in which the rain clouds are absent. Although we know it is raining on the other end of the rainbow, it is odd seeing it glow so well in the naked blue sky. It stays bright for a long time, fixed in the sunshine.

Digital painting of a sunset scene: the sun is in the process of disappearing behind a green hill, with a few trees and a phone line running between poles in the distance. The clouds are gauzy, taking on a bright pink colour around the sun, and still appearing white in the top half of the sky. They are caught in a sweeping movement.

We report in the cold evening: the sun has gathered pink clouds around itself - for warmth, surely. Coming down the hill, the chill has our lungs feeling raw. We put many of our scarves away last week, foolishly thinking we would not need them anymore. Our hubris knows no bounds.

Digital painting of a dusk scene: the sky is a pastel gradient of blue to yellow, partially obscured by blue clouds. There are two houses with lit windows in the background, surrounded by some trees. In the foreground, a lit street lamp is casting a glow onto the ground, a couple more trees.

We report: it somehow happened that a few street lamps turned on right as we walked past them. It also is true that the time is around nightfall. There could be no links between our walking by and the ignition of the lamps. Our expert is convinced that this is some sort of omen.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky, shades of grey and blue. There are small waves running across the clouds, a pattern that would more often be seen on the surface of water. There are a few birds flying in the sky.

We report: the clouds are strange, so we have to observe them for a while. Only a wrinkle in weather, but we spend our whole life looking for those wrinkles; we cannot leave it be. These clouds seem to be developing asperitas, a variety of clouds that always catches our eye.

Digital painting of a blue sky mostly covered with a thin sheet of white clouds, slightly striated. The sun shines through, with an iridescent crown glowing around it.

We report: we cannot remember the correct term for this optical phenomenon. We want to call it a halo, so we do, but our expert does remember: it is a corona. The difference is in the way light interacts with the clouds, they say. Refraction for halos, diffraction for coronas.

Digital painting of a sunset sky: dark clouds cover most of the sky while in the lower tier of the frame, bright yellow sunlight tints the underbelly of the clouds orange. The clouds are thick, but thinner and smaller around where the sun is.

We report: the sun now sets well into the evening again. It will rise in the early morning, so that the rest of the day, bracketed in between sunrise and sunset, may know daylight throughout. The mid-afternoon sunsets already seem distant to us, though they were mere months ago.

Digital painting of a pre-dawn scene: above dark fields and trees, the sky is blue and lilac. There is a waning gibbous moon there, as well as a few sparse, pale clouds.

We report: the sky has been mostly clear at night lately. It gets warm during the day, but it is still a fleeting thing. Even at the peak of temperature, we can feel that the ground is cold beneath our feet. In the last hours of the night, the flowers shiver under the moonlight.

Digital painting of a countryside landscape: a dark grey, cloudy sky over some fields of grass. The trees on the horizon are just growing some leaves. There are phone lines running across the fields.

We report: for the first time this year, nettle stings on our ankles. We should have known there would be nettle when we saw flowering ribwort plantain on the path. It is a little windy, a little rainy-like, but the afternoon rolls on despite - or thanks to - the uncertainty.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky filled with cirrus, translucent clouds of ice creating long, tortuous, white shapes.

We report: when we see cirrus appear in the sky, it is almost always out of thin air. At first, the shapes make sense; the wind shear pulling a line and drawing arabesques. If we look away, however, we lose all hope of understanding what happened. We can accept that.

Digital painting of a sunrise: in a pink and yellow sky, a couple of small, jagged pink clouds are floating. The sun is hovering above some dark roofs and some phone lines running through the frame.

We report at a sleepy hour of morning: our expert pulled us from bed before the sky had even begun to lighten. We dozed off a few times before going out, and several more while the sun was rising. Thinking about it now, we cannot be certain we were not asleep the whole time.

Digital painting of a dark, starry night sky. There are dark grey cirrus billowing above the horizon; the horizon is a dark patch of grass. The stars are numerous, glowing faintly.

We report in the middle of the night: following up on a solar eruption in one of the sunspot regions our expert has been watching, we are expecting a geomagnetic storm. So far, we have only observed a minor radio blackout, and slightly heightened geomagnetic activity.

Digital painting of a dark grey, cloudy sky. There is dim light barely filtering through some gaps, but the rest of the sky is mostly opaque.

We report sometime in the morning, after sunrise. It is a small, dim pocket of enduring grey drizzle prolonging a layer of the night. Unlike the rain we have had lately, this one has been quietly going for hours. The staticky buzz of it settles something in our mind.

Digital painting of a seascape: the sky is blue, and the ocean is as well. There are white clouds bubbling up from a strip of grey over the horizon. The sea only has faint waves wrinkling its surface.

We report: the way it often is on those days that are yet at the cusp of seasons, the sea got too warm, too soon, and is steaming up into clouds as a result. The ocean has to spend some time relearning sunny days, just like we do. The breeze is only a one on the Beaufort scale.

Digital painting of a voluminous, slightly fuzzy cloud caught in golden sunset light, with the blue sky in the background.

We report late afternoon, as the clouds are parting ahead of the night. The light grows warmer while the air gets colder. We will not be here when the sun sets, so we can only trust that it will all go well, in the correct order, the right direction and angle.

Digital painting of a foggy twilight scene in a field. There are faint outlines of trees in the distance through low fog, the sky is opaque. There is dim blue lighting over the whole landscape. A few birds are flying in the sky.

We report: we step over ribbons of morning fog, trying not to get our feet caught there or in the marshy patches of land. It is not as quiet as when we came here in the winter; there are ducks flying from pond to pond, and we hear moorhens and frogs in the dawn chorus.

Digital painting of a field caught in a sun shower. The sky is mostly cloudy, with a gap showing a bit of blue. There is a line of trees covered in a smattering of green leaves. The grass is bright green. The sun is shining, and it is also raining heavily.

We report: it had been raining for some time when the sun came out. The sunshine caught the raindrops like so many silver needles, and we were looking for clinking as they fell to the ground. Instead, we heard the whisper of water through young leaves.

Wax pastel drawing of a partly cloudy sky: large, voluminous white clouds rising, and a few loose, dark grey clouds.

We report: the anticyclone that had been hovering over our us is moving west, and the clouds now rise and rise and rise. We watch the needle in the barometer move from “fair” to “change”, and without stopping for long, “rain”. Even so, the air is still dry, full of sunlight.

Digital painting of a sunset scene: the pale sky is half-covered with dusty blue clouds. There is a thin strip of bright orange over the horizon. There are a few trees emerging over the dark landscape.

We report as quietly as possible: our expert has just seen a doe, there, between the trees. They tapped us on the shoulder, we turned around, and in this half-second, it was gone. We think it will come back if we stay very still. Our expert generally has trouble staying still.

A wax pastel drawing of a cloudy sky with a yellow, waxing gibbous moon in its midst. There are dark shades of blue and purple, a bit of orange around where the moon is dimly glowing.

We report: this night sky is a little hazy, halfway between mist and a proper cloud cover. Either way, it is absorbing light, and keeping it; it has within itself the moon, the stars, and the city lights. The moon makes a valiant effort to show through even as it is about to set.

Wax pastel drawing a cloudy sky, a mix of all shades of grey in busy, layered clouds.

We report about spring showers we had not we realised we had missed so dearly. They only last a few minutes, a challenge to catch. When we do not make it, the small puddles mock us. One time, our expert calls, and holds their phone up to the sky so we can hear how loud it gets.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky filled with cirrus and contrails. They are white, gauzy, feather-like clouds, and long, thin lines stretched across the sky.

We report: it has not rained in the past couple of days. It is chilly, but the grass is dry enough that we lay down our coat on top of it, and then us on top of the coat. We have no way to prove it, but the clouds that we see from here are the best ones. Perhaps we fall asleep.

Wax pastel drawing of a very early morning scene: the sky is a gradient of dark to light blue, with a tinge of green over the horizon. There are dark blue, almost black black clouds in the sky, long and thin, aggregated into a blanket at the top of the sky. On the dark horizon, a row of distant street lights.

We report: the west wind veered southwest through the night, and the moderate breeze turned into a strong breeze. Fog banks advanced towards land in the early morning, but dissipated before first lights. It is now the coldest it will get today; it feels exactly right.

Wax pastel drawing of a sunset scene: shapeless, bright pink clouds are glowing in a pastel blue sky over some roofs, a chimney. Some bare trees are leaning into the frame; one of them has small leaves growing along its branches.

We report: because of the ambiguity of the light at this time of day, we wondered what was cloud and what was sky for a second. Once we managed to focus our eyes, we finally could see the filaments of steam billowing through the sunset fluorescence. Soon, it all withered away.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky: most of the clouds are long, grey, with jagged edges, some of them are fuzzier, a sweeping movement. There is a bit of blue in between rows of clouds, and a black bird flying.

We report late in the morning: the weather is perfectly typical today, temperatures not one degree above or below the maximum and minimum average for the season. We find genuine and profound thrill in this medium, mediocre, conventional, common, classic bit of normality.