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I decided arbitrarily the other day that my very favorite temperature in the whole, wide world was 72°F. I had gone out the busy side of my office building, and headed towards a plaza right on the river where my bank has a small branch and an ATM. Heading towards the longer crosswalk, there was a display flashing that temperature: 72, 11:37 AM.

This was a couple weeks ago. I am not exactly sure of the temperature today, but this balmy sunniness also appears to be my favorite temperature, ever. There's this feeling that settles in one's bones, in one's limbs, a feeling at the back of your neck and the inside of your wrist, a simple touch of air and light and noise that indicates to you that maybe, just maybe, for this one minute, everything's just fine. Not exciting, not dire, not even anticipatory. Just, fine.

It's a bittersweet feeling, to be sure. I've cast myself adrift in this city, and every time I head out into the world through those revolving doors (after being cooped up in my dim, cave-like office), I am reminded of potential, and possibility. Even the trixie smokers by the barricade-cum-flower beds along the curb are bright and well-defined and dimensional in the sunlight.

The line on the graph is median, average, stable, stretching on endlessly. Comfort. Each foot in front of the other, the right amount of dosh in the change purse for a falafel sandwich, hair pulled back out of the face, a nod and a smile at one of the rare office drones who likes to make eye contact with strangers.

It's the kind of 72° sort of day where you'd need bootstraps and moxie and gumption and 2 quarts of elbow grease to attempt the extraordinary. So easy to get mired in the fine.

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I've said it before...I *love* your writing style.

(after being cooped up in my dim, cave-like office)

It is a bit on the energy-saving side in there, isn't it?

Wolf

Heh, yeah, but it's peaceful, isn't it? ;)

Thanks, Wolf. You are too good to me.

it is pretty much 72 degrees here all the time.

In NY we would run outside on a day like you describe to take advantage of it - and the clear, sunny, glorious days were extra glorious there. It's why every one of us who was there on 9/11 will start the story with - "it was such a BEAUTIFUL day".

...and if you had been working hard and it was gorgeous on your day off, and all you wanted to do was sit inside your house and watch TV, you felt so guilty for wasting such a day.

Here you don't feel so bad since tomorrow will be like this too. It can be oddly comforting and oddly numbing as well.

You totally get what I am on about. :)

Then again, we are twins, so.

*twirls purple hair, tosses you some pixy stix*

*runs away*

*consumes pixy stix and then hangs from ceiling*

I could do with a slice of 72 degrees here seeing as it's about 60 (16 C), and cloudy, and damp right now... (dammit, where's that global warming they promised me?)

-- Steve'd happily curl up with a book on the balcony in 72 degree weather... 72 degree weather is the reason VCRs and answering machines exist.

It's really lovely here today.

It's an ill wind that blows no good.
Canadians for global warming

LOL. The firewall at work blocked that graphic, hence the delay.

-- Steve could go for a slice of that, too.

P.S. Wasn't it Brent Butt (of Corner Gas fame) who described Earth Day in Winnipeg as the day everybody lights tires on fire and sprays each other with hairspray?

Ha, ha! Could be, could be! I couldn't find the cartoon where I originally saw that motto. I first saw it on the office door of some professor at Georgia Tech.

I could do with a slice of 72 degrees here seeing as it's about 60 (16 C), and cloudy, and damp right now... (dammit, where's that global warming they promised me?)

You forget, it is accualy called Global Climate Change now. This means that due to changeing ocean conditions, the trade winds will break down, the warm air will not be blown up over northern North America, and Canada will be plunged into an ice age. Good luck with that.

One. Hundred. And three.
The weather report actually adds "Very hot" next to mostly sunny.

We've got your weather, too. It's a completely crystalline day. Very low humidity. The edges to everything seem sharper. Everyone's in a slightly more content mood than usual.

BUT it hurts my eyes.

My favorite tempature is 68-72, reasonably low humidity, and CLOUDY.

[digs out sunglasses]

Judgement City weather.

In Albert Brooks' movie DEFENDING YOUR LIFE, the weather report in Heaven is 72F and sunny, every day. :)

I TOTALLY forgot about that. I wonder if that's why my brain latched onto it, because I freaking love that movie.

Me too! Although I love LOST IN AMERICA more.

"No nest, no egg!"

I love 72 degrees. :)

72 degrees?!?!? Brr! Friggin' ARCTIC. I absolutely cannot STAND it when it's that cold! Makes my skin all goosepimply.

Of course, yesterday was no better since I spent most of the day sweating it out at a blistering 74 degrees Fahrenheit!! Geez, since when did Central Indiana become the Mojave DESERT?!?!?