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“A beautiful day in San Francisco is the most beautiful day on earth.”
February 17, 2006 at 1:10 PM ::
There was a time when I would have agreed with Mr. Mosley. That was before I moved to Seattle. And I’m not saying that only because I appreciate them more here.
Kimberly on 02/17/06 at 08:21 PM ::
Interesting statement, Mr Mosley. Hang on while I go look outside and see if I agree.
[boot walks out into her backyard, sits in the sun and stays there]
boot on 02/17/06 at 08:47 PM ::
I’ve found that a beautiful day has very little whatsoever to do with where you happen to be standing.**
**paths of speeding buses, trains, meteors, spitballs, angry wives, vomiting children and the like, naturally excluded
Keith on 02/17/06 at 11:26 PM ::
Three against one. I may have to make a few calls and recruit some additional voters.
SF speaks to me on a deep level. Kind of a soulmate. Every time I go there the weather breaks and the city wraps its arms around me. Tendrils of fog evaporate below the Golden Gate which shines in the sun. Cheap tricks, sure, but she pulls out all the stops for me and I have to appreciate her effort.
If I had to pick ten beautiful days from my life and they were all I could keep for the rest of my days rocking on the porch, at least one would be a sunny day spent enjoying SF.
'mouse on 02/18/06 at 09:30 AM ::
It’s hard to argue with either of you. Anyway, I don’t want to.
Adelaide would be one of the most beautiful days in my life. It happened that it was a ‘beautiful day’ and it was the day I got married, the sun was shining, but not too much, it was the most beautiful day on earth, but not because of the weather.
However, one of the others was in Paris - I was overwhelmed by the beauty of everything and everyone around me, particularly one man, but it wasn’t a ‘beautiful day’ - it was 8 degrees, overcast and grey. It left me breathless.
It’s true that it doesn’t have anything to do with where you are, but when those days occur and the weather is divine or the place is incredible, then the effect is absolute and overwhelming.
boot on 02/18/06 at 05:44 PM ::
Somehow I don’t believe that this was exactly a random Scrine. (looks at ‘mouse flintily) But of course I’m not complaining.
bakerina on 04/28/08 at 09:28 PM ::
Oh, I love this one. Thanks for pinning it for me, bake. Into my stash this beauty goes.
boot on 04/29/08 at 06:47 AM ::