The weather is perfect. To your side, you hear the wind rustling through the red, yellow, and brown leaves in the trees. Your skin absorbs the sun's rays, which makes it feel like high 60's and low 70's, and a slight breeze blows across your skin. As stubby green blades puncture into your neck and arms, your eyes gaze upon downtown San Francisco, and you catch a whiff of grass. I think the weather is sensational.