The perfect temperature

This past Sunday was the most gorgeous day here in storybookland (that's what I call my family-oriented western suburb with antique houses, tall trees and a quaint downtown). The air seemed the perfect temperature...the breeze was not warm and not cool...on the borderline and it felt so wonderful. It was comfortable for a short-sleeve shirt, without sweating. I looked up what the temp. was on the weather channel and it said the high was 74 degrees. If the high hadn't hit yet, perhaps it was 72-73. It's best when it's between 70 and 75! San Diego is calling my name...