A strong wind blew through the Bay Area yesterday and cleared out the air. I’m sitting here staring across the bay, and it’s quite distracting. The visibility is absolutely perfect. The colors are vivid, the edges are sharp. It’s Mother Nature’s own HDTV.
I can see individual cars driving on the freeway past Candlestick Park. I can see the individual aisles of Pac Bell SBC AT&T Park. I can see individual windows on individual buildings on the San Francisco skyline. There’s a sailboat about 300 yards out, slowly drifting southward in the breeze. The sailor is wearing a light blue shirt, and a white visor. It feels like I should be able to just leap out and hop onboard from here. Warning: objects may be farther away than they appear.
It’s spectacular. I can feel the winter doldrums being lifted right off my shoulders, and the winter fog being cleared from my mind. It feels like spring again. I’m ready for some baseball. Let’s go.
1. Ken, that strong wind also cooled down the weather by a lot. Like twenty degrees. I'm not going to bitch about the relative cold around here because I'm sure some Chicago guy will go into a trade about how lucky we are in the Bay Area.
2. I am that Chicago guy. After living in the Bay Area after just over a year, I can say that I have officially been spoiled and have cursed the recent run of cold. I used to be so much more resilient...