I know, I write about the weather here far too often. It’s the classic “everybody talks about it/nobody does anything about it” topic.

But still … I’m going to write about it again, because the most marvelous thing has happened!

It’s … livable here.

No, it’s more than livable.

It’s pleasant! Nice! Dare I say … nearly perfect?

And just when I was beginning to think that high 80s and high humidity and bad air were a 24/365 thing here.

Read this blurb from the Hong Kong Observatory, the go-to source for local-local weather, here in the Special Administrative Region. (This is like sitting on death row and someone hands you a telegram from the governor, and you read the message and a big stupid smile breaks out on your face.):

“The northeast monsoon is bringing dry weather to the south China coastal areas.

“At noon, Tropical Depression Maysak was centred about 640 kilometres north-northeast of Nansha. It is forecast to move south at about 14 kilometres per hour across the central part of the South China Sea and continue to weaken.

“Weather forecast for this afternoon and tonight: “Fine. Very dry in the afternoon. Fresh north to northeasterly winds, strong at times over offshore waters and on high ground.

“Outlook : Remaining fine and dry with cool mornings in the next couple of days.”

“Fine” is Kongkonger buzz for “sunny.” So that means nothing. What matters is the temps: It is mid-70s here. Middle of the day. Mid-70s!

This is, oh, wonderful. The greatest climatological event since we got here.

Right this moment, the sun is out — and usually sun equals sheer torture here — and it’s not par-boiling us. There is air circulating through the apartment, and the air-conditioning is off — and has been for three days now.

To bring it into SoCal terms … it’s like it’s mid-October, and it has been hot later than you think it should be (but almost never is), and you go out one night … and realize, hey, it’s a little nippy. And then you find yourself looking for a sweatshirt, and maybe some socks …

And then it morphs. Like someone threw a switch. And the Inland Empire, in particular, becomes more than livable, it’s quite nice. For six months. Maybe seven. The idea of sweatpants is no longer ludicrous.

That’s too much to hope for here, in HK. “Three months, maybe four” seems to be the outer limit of “winter” here. It’s going to be steamy again soon, and it will rain scads, and the air pollution here is going to remain an issue, thanks to our physical (if not mental) proximity to the ecologically challenged, coal-burning mainland Chinese.

But we may actually have entered that golden three-month (or so) period here that I had read about, and heard about and, frankly was skeptical would ever start. When it’s not hot, when local women start wearing boots and jackets and people break out that little hot-water radiator that has been sitting untouched in a corner since March, and visitors are allowed to discover they were not complete idiots for bringing two sweaters and a couple of coats … and it’s just so much more pleasant. It changes my outlook on everything.

Outdoors exercise isn’t quite the glaring death wish it was even a month ago. You can take a deep breath and perhaps not scar your lungs. You can go outside and not be drenched in sweat inside of 100 yards. You can open a window.

This Hong Kong … I’m all for it. I will take this Hong Kong for as long as it can possibly last.