It was 63 degrees at daybreak in the Magic City, 68 inside my humble residence. I got awake at 1:55 a.m. and stepped out onto the balcony to sample the unseasonable air. The wind blew lightly and the air was so subtly and cleanly fragranced that I stepped inside and out several times to catch it and fix a description before recalling myself and retiring back to bed. Clean, outdoorsy is all I got, which doesn't do the attractive nuisance it was justice at all. I love this city.