Endlessly forgivable San Francisco

This is it: the way life was meant to be. A dogpark at sunrise, the grass cool and wet, the sun warm on the face, a hyper pup bounding around, blissing out. Then home again, to a cup of coffee and a sunny balcony, the same dog spent at your feet, with a full belly and ready to nap. The weather perfect, warm, gracious, one of those days so amazing that you are convinced that the climate has never been anything but this, right here. San Francisco sometimes pulls out this weather trick, handing you perfection, and in such a manner that not only do you forgive all the bad weather, but you forget it ever existed. Fog? Wind? But a rumor. Look at this sky!

Now if you'll excuse me, I have an egg salad sandwich waiting for me, and an Italian soda to cool the warm day...I'll be on the balcony if you need me.