We report: it stops raining at some point in the night, and we do not know exactly when, as we were sleeping then. By the time we wake up, fog has taken over. Our expert is somewhere by those trees, but the fog bank is thick enough that we cannot even guess where exactly.

We report: it is drizzling intermittently, as though we are walking into clouds, and besides that, it is a very bright day. When we look into the distance, we see each field light up one after the other. We hear the rain, the wind, and the birds, and we feel we are here and now.

Fish-shaped interlocking paving stones.

Cosmos blanket

Richard Thorn (British b.1952), Summer Begins, Watercolor

Kawase Hasui (1883-1957) Night Sea, woodblock print (1930)

We report: after hours of watching clouds rise very high, and then promptly dissolve upon reaching a certain threshold, we found one promising specimen. This is a slow bloom, with a solid stem. The sky is beginning to darken around it. We can almost feel the rain already.