Quite windy, mostly dry, with fast-moving dark grey stratocumulus. Cold in the morning but turned milder and damper later.

At sunset, beautiful violet light, from a strip of clear sky right at the horizon, shone up under the clouds and illuminated the underside of the canopy.

Have been thinking - what if the sky is a vast, ever-changing message which we unconsciously read: like when you see a word without consciously noticing the letter shapes, the picture is clear, we see the elements, but the meaning goes into our subconscious.