Reports From Unknown Placesさんのイラストまとめ

We report: there is some light dripping down from over the clouds, moving along the places where they open up. Today, the weather has been ever-changing, and this is a lull in between showers. The wind is picking up again, and we wonder how long we have until it starts raining.

We report: a sunny day with blue sky and fluffy white clouds all day. The air is cold and dry, but in an invigorating way. For the first time in a while, the paths are not so muddy that we skid on them every couple of steps. It is a nice day out.

We report stormy weather over the sea. We rolled up our trousers and walked in the seafoam for a little bit. It was raining, and the water was chilly, but we had made our choice. We are stubborn over the smallest details.

We report a sky full of shimmering silver, the light revealing new layers minute after minute. There are days one would call cloudy, and there are the days when clouds keep coming in the wind, parading in all their different shapes and shades, glimmering in the hidden sunshine.

We report: the hot embers of summer are slowly cooling down. The darkness seems to be eating at our days with more appetite all of a sudden, and so we sit in the twilight. In the shadows and in the quiet, we can hear something alive that is harder to perceive in broad daylight.

We report that we walked around the swallows that were grazing the ground, their flight low as though they could not bear the heavy air on their wings. It rained, sometimes drizzling and other times pouring, but still, the dark steely grey never seemed to leave the sky.

We report many short showers, buckets of rain at a time, thunder, and then nothing; we stood in between the raindrops. The air was clean and smelled of petrichor.

We report sunbeams filtering through the clouds, looking like a shower of light coming down. The clouds have been hanging low and heavy for a long while now, and are only just about tearing open, and so we are welcoming the light.

We report all the incandescence and the warmth of an inferno, all the light and hot curls of flames, so far from any fire and any other source of heat. It is like some sort of memorial for the Sun, a way to stave us off until it reappears.