The recent rains have hosed the city down, giving it a depth and sparkle normally obscured by dust and smog and the oily veneer of overweening materialism.
The sky is a perfect, delicate eggshell blue, punctuated by a benign armada of puffy clouds. It's a storybook sky, a classic Spring sky. It makes you want to grab children, dress them in pale pastels and dash to a broad expanse of bright green parkland with baskets in search of hidden plastic ovipoforms.*
The air temperature is in the mid- to low-60s, a pleasant, clement temperature. It's not too humid or too dry; it's warm enough to feel comfortable in shirtsleeves and maybe a light sweater but not so warm that you keep taking the sweater off.
The sun is bright enough for sunglasses but not actinic or piercing. It's a calm light, a loving light, the light one remembers from one's youth when the world was safe and clean and full of adventure and mystery.
It's the kind of day that makes you want to dig out the hibachi, or find the old catcher's mitt, or strap on the hiking shoes. The kind of day that makes me want to get in my car and explore. It's a day for the Great Outdoors, for communion with nature, for appreciating the world we live on and that gives us such wonderful days.
So of course I got back inside as soon as possible, my back to the window, to write this blog.
*Yes, that means "egg shapes".
Yaaaa it was like that today here as well, and yesterday too. The type of days you just want to be outside experiencing it, letting your senses take it all in.
ReplyDeleteThe kind of days that make it seem like anything is possible.
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