On a Clear Day

On a clear day,
rise and look around you,
and you'll see who you are.

On a clear day,
how it will astound you
That the glow of your being outshines every star.

You'll feel part of every mountain,
sea and shore,
You can hear from far and near a word you've never heard before.

On a clear day,
on a clear day,
you can see forever,
and ever, and ever more.

It's not the foggiest city in the world, but there really aren't clear days in Daly City...

Still, there's something about being at Fort Funston that makes me feel all that the song describes.