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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.

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We report: as we wake up in the morning, we remember this sky as if it were a dream. It falls apart in our mind, so we call our expert to describe it, and we talk about the smell of the darkness, the glint of the stars like sand in the sunshine. They tell us to go back to sleep.

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We report: as we have gotten used to the longer days of spring, it is a little unsettling when the light dims mid-afternoon. Nothing very special is happening, only some rain, and the cloud cover that has gotten thick enough to trap the light inside. The world gets a bit smaller.

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We report under the bright noon sun: this cloud keeps on rising higher and higher, showing no signs of stopping. We have seen some of its neighbours hit ceilings that this cloud does not seem to even acknowledge. We cannot help but root for this growing giant.

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We report: an evening lull amidst a wet week, the sky is staring at itself in overflowing potholes, remembering an ocean in the gravel. All the dust and the pollen have long fallen off the air in morning, and then afternoon showers, but the horizon remains a misty thing.

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We report about the storm of the past night: the thunder a steady roll rather than distinct claps, and the lightning, diffuse flashes hidden by the shadows of rain. On the floor, the outlines of the windows cut the light in neat, contained shapes. We had no trouble finding sleep.

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We report: the clouds cannot seem to determine at which altitude to settle, and the waves roll over the sky with indecisiveness. Our expert says they are monitoring the movements of the weather for a possible thunderstorm, although we think they might actually be taking a nap.

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We report mid-afternoon: after a brief early taste of warm days at the beginning of April, a more seasonal climate has settled in. Although we certainly feel the bite of the wind, it is not unwelcome. The blue sky is much bluer between bouts of rain than any other moment.

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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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We report from a place a little north from nowhere: something like the sun is hovering out of sight, eclipsing the stars too early for our taste. We do not resent the sunrise, but we had wished for a little more night. We spend time listening to the sounds of darkness.

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We report: there is rain behind us, but we suspect there might be hail ahead of us. In the meantime, although there is no storm, and thus no eye of the storm, it is eerily quiet. We can see the wind picking up the precipitation on the underbelly of the clouds, carrying it away.

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We report: the cirrus take to the sky like a flock of birds, extended wings on the wind, moving to the east and dropping feathers on the way. On their tails, we can see altostratus forming, slowly weaving a web around the sun. We take note of the barometer's drop.

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We report about one of those rainy day sunsets, when the colours and the light feel thick in the air. It is like watching the world through curtains, the bloom and the shimmer of the sun. The birds are everywhere, making the most of the last bit of daylight, and so are we.

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We report a few hours past midnight: the moon is ensuring that we shall stay in bright half-light throughout the night, shiny as it is in its corner of the sky. The darkness never really comes. We are only a little asleep, watching the shadows of moonlight on the bedroom floor.

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We report: the clouds are all meeting here and now, very much over our head, to perform the pantomime of rain. It is something we have experienced a few times over the past week; it will look like rain, but we should not fret. No precipitation will occur. The clouds will move on.

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We report about the white sun at its zenith: the world has been bleached, and even the shadows in the sky seem weak under the light. Our eyes take a long time to adjust when we come outside, and we are hit with the smells of spring too - it is quite an intense day, it seems.

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We report: the clouds are coming alight one after the other, only for a moment each before the wind pushes them into the darkness again. Our expert is desperately trying to stifle their yawns. We wonder whether the rain is going away, or if it only just started to fall.

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We report sometime between astronomical dusk and nautical dusk - either way, the sun is now several degrees below the horizon, and the night chill has already well settled in. The cumulus congestus are still tall in the sky, leftover potential of warmer hours.

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We report while the sun is slowly moving in the sky: the clouds are following the same glacial pace in their arrival, misty droplets of white falling into waves. We know not whether the accompanying cold is because of the clouds, or clouds are appearing because of the humidity.

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We report: we do not know when it got this dark out. The sky was not clear by any means, but the clouds that have accumulated seem to have appeared all at once, a solid wall of lead - that much darker for how the sun is so bright behind us, a warm hand on the back of our neck.

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We report upon the momentary interruption of our sleep: the birds have woken us up. We contemplate spring for a moment. The trees have been slowly filling in, and it makes us restless to see the tender leaves come out. There is something boiling underground while we slumber.

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We report: the moon has been in the sky since midday, and we have been looking at it throughout the afternoon, easy to find in the blue sky. Now that dusk is here, its invisible companions reveal themselves - Mars again, Castor and Pollux, all regulars on this path.

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We report while the clouds keep gathering: the light is wavering, but making stubborn attempts to reach down. The cloud cover has been present throughout the day, but there is no longing for warmth. The sun is coming through, no matter what, and it demands our wakefulness.

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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.

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We report on an early April morning: the last few days have been unseasonably warm. We are looking for traces of that heat now, but it is nowhere to be found. Now that we are paying attention, something in the air reminds us of rain. The clouds turn a deeper red.

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We report: while the moon is still barely recovering from the new moon, Mars is just about the next brightest thing in the night sky - apart from Jupiter, but we cannot find Jupiter amidst the clouds tonight. In a few minutes, the brightest stars will start to come out too.

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We report about the twists and turns of today's weather. This morning was bright and clear, with a warm breeze, but around midday, the sky started to melt into the horizon. Since then, the clouds have been piling up, rippling and folding into one another to make room for more.

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We report: the sun rose a little to the side today, and we felt a bit uneasy about it. We have had some time to note, notice, and observe now, and we think it is all going to be fine. There has been light, warmth, and companionship in the presence of the sun, as per usual.

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We report in the vicinity of a storm, right there in the will-it-will-it-not of it. The clouds keep moving up like there is nowhere else to go, but the bugs and the birds are all flying low to the ground. There is a sense of suspension in the heavy air. The low sun flickers.

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We report: we can hear the moody calls of a tawny owl out here. We are trying to find it among bare branches while the dusk light remains, but the mistletoe shrubs in the poplars trick our eyes. In the end, the day fades away completely, and the owl flies deep into the woods.

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We report in the almost-drizzle of a late March morning. The throes of winter are still fresh on our mind, and the blanket of white on the ground brings us to snow rather than daisies at first. Once the moment passes, we get there thanks to the bees and the butterflies.

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We report: everything is constantly moving today, spinning and rolling and slipping. We get a sense of the situation at some point, but then we too must move, and nothing looks the same when we pay attention once more. We think things will settle only when the night comes.

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We report in the short hours of the evening: there is rain in our sunset, and it is spilling over everything. It is not the heaviest of rains, but because of the hour, when we look to the west, we see every last drop of sunshine falling to the ground. The puddles become oceans.

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We report: standing here before dawn, watching the sky shift while the shadows slowly recede, it feels like hearing a fanfare coming from across town. The music is already so loud, but it seems to get impossibly louder as it approaches, and here are the mediums, and now the highs

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We report as we are getting swallowed into the eddies of the sky: there is a lukewarm breeze brushing our ankles, but the wind on our ears is icy. A minute later, it all gets switched up, and it starts raining. We get the feeling that the clouds are tangled up for a reason.

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We report: every cloud that has come to the sky today has been stretched from one horizon to the opposite end of the sky. This speaks to the languidness of this sunny day, that nothing seems to move on or over or out; the same clouds, in the same sky, for the forever of today.

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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.

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We report: the sky has spent the day putting layers on. The thin cirrus of the morning warm thickened until we could not find the sun anymore, and then we could feel the cold sting our eyes in the wind. The path to spring is a winding one, but we gladly walk the detours.

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We report in the late morning, when we have had enough time to figure out today might just be a rainy day. We can see new leaves in the trees encountering rain for the first time, a shiver that shakes branches. The showers are brief, but also heavy and numerous.

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We report: there is a small tuft of white bravely facing the immensity of the blue sky all on its lonesome, certainly confronting its own individuality and whatnot. With nothing else happening weatherwise at the moment, at least not visibly, all our focus is on the one cloud.

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We report as we are leaving the night behind: our breath fogs pale between the sun and us, and the sun rings red in the dewy air. It was not supposed to be this cold, but our usual suspect, the humidity, has us hunched up against the slight breeze. Our expert is in a cheery mood.

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We report: the stars find us as we move in the dark before we find them, and they seem a little closer than usual. We whisper the names of the ones we recognise, and our expert corrects us on more of them than we care to admit. We turn a torch on, and the stars move away.

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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.

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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.

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We report under the stare of the full moon: we thought we had missed the sunset, but the sun waits for us longer and longer every day. Winter is still lingering in our bones, however, and there is the sharp sting of the unexpected, forgotten cold of mid-March. We do not linger.

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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.

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We report as it is just starting to pour down: we heard thunder over the valley a while ago, but nothing came out of it at first. We were starting to wonder about the nature of the sound, and whether we had forgotten what thunder is like, when a distant, low rumble sounded again.

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We report: there is a cloud of jackdaws circling the neighbourhood, a proper weather phenomenon as far as we are concerned. We have been looking for the sun, always a splash of light in the distance which disappears once we get closer, a cold mirage we cannot reach.

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We report about the afterimage of this day, burnt into the sky for a few more minutes until we blink it away. The days and the night are evening out with more or less grace, each one nibbling on the other whenever possible. Tonight, though, it is a warm, gentle passing of hands.

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We report: soft grey morning, we watch the light come to the world in slow increments, same way we would watch the most vibrant sunrise. It is the same cold it has been all night, but birds have little care. We try to tell their tiny silhouettes from the last bats of the night.

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