We report something sweet and sour about the sunset. Sitting on a bench, we feel the breeze coming in waves around our neck, but every so often, warm air rises from the ground. We touch our hand to the earth, and the grass is full of sunlight. The candy floss melts in the clouds.

We report: this is one we saw while lying on our back. We were determined to keep our mind as empty as possible, and so we made it our task to let our eyes follow it through its journey. It was a slow one. Our neck feels somewhat tender. Our mind is suitably empty.

We report in the dead of night: there are too many stars. It has been weeks since we saw more than a handful at once. The sky has been overcast and opaque most nights. So it is late, we are in the middle of nowhere, and we think we woke up because there are too many stars.