Reports From Unknown Places on Nostr: We report: there it is, this is June, to the East between the clouds. We try to ...

We report: there it is, this is June, to the East between the clouds. We try to remember what it was like the previous year, walking into summer, but we can barely recollect anything. It all gets lost in the heat, maybe, but we hear the beginnings of a shower at this very moment.