#cirrus uncinus

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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.

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We report: we are counting flowers on our walks. There are dozens of daffodils and primroses, escaping gardens and climbing roundabouts. This afternoon, while the sun is out, the yellow specks in the landscape are the brightest, happiest things we have seen in a while.

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We report in the dusty, dusty evening. The way this day is waning is through a succession of layers of night. All of them are thin enough that there never is an exact moment when we can declare the conclusion of the day. Once we make it back home, the dust finally settles.

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We report: the very beginnings of spring are appearing to us more clearly than ever today. It is extremely premature, but we cannot help it; every year, around mid-February, the wind starts carrying a different smell. Our expert says they cannot tell whether that is true.

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We report late afternoon: we come out at sunset to look at distant squiggles caught in light. It is cold, and the sun goes quickly, so we are back inside within minutes. It is really good; our cheeks burn, our nose runs, and we are still smiling when we meet eyes in the mirror.

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We report: this morning, the clouds weigh nothing, and the sun is high. It is so bright outside that it is a while before we can fully open our eyes, but it is hard to feel irritated when the light feels so invigorating. There is excited chatter between two blackbirds in a tree.

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We report: far off the coast, warm and cold fronts are spinning into one another in cyclogenesis. Somehow, as a result of the flapping of these large butterfly wings, mare’s tails are multiplying in the sky, wherever it is coldest. There are talks of precipitation on the wind.

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We report: the train station was especially crowded this morning, but we still found fold-up seats on board, side by side with our expert. The windows are cracked open, and the sound of the tracks is incredibly loud, yet the rhythm of it, and the vibrations are somehow soothing.