64 degrees and looking over the lake at the Smokies.
Paradise, in a way.
73 degrees and in the Latino section of Brookhaven watching drunk Mexicans weave on the busy highway with loud accordion and trumpet music blaring out their cracked windows, watching the hookers try to flag down a customer, and dodging the druggies asking for some spare change..... all the while breathing in those wonderful fumes of car exhaust and body odor. Heaven.