Thursday, 21 October 2004
3:52pm

T

hough most any day in San Diego might be considered "beautiful" by just about anyone's standards, the days immediately following a rainstorm are perhaps the most beautiful. As the clouds break up and head out of town, they leave behind little fluffy white clouds and a deep crystal clear blue behind them. The air is so clean and clear it seems like you can see forever, and even though it's been less than 48 hours since I last saw him, the sun greets me as though he'd just returned from a long journey.
As I 'm cruising with the top down up the Silver Strand into Coronado, with San Diego Bay just to my right, and the Pacific Ocean whizzing by on my left, warm sun on my skin, cool breeze in my hair, I find I'm asking myself again, "Why would I ever want to live anywhere else?"

I love this town.