I don’t know about where you live, but where I live, here in Oregon, the day is building up to be a scorcher. They’re forecasting 98 degrees. That’s only two degrees from a hundred, people!
And it’s humid so it’s not like an Arizona 98, where you still might want to pull on a sweater in the morning. We lived in North Carolina for several years and I vividly remember the first summer there, and the first genuinely hot day: walking outside the air-conditioned house was like being violently assaulted by a heavy, wet blanket of rolling heat that wrapped you up and squeezed you like a boa constrictor–it literally took your breath away and you melted into a puddle right there where you stood. Visitors are regularly being scooped into buckets by the locals and hauled to the next air-conditioned place. I seent it happen.
Also, it was the thirteenth year of the cicada. Cicadas are insects that burrow into the ground as nymphs and live there for a specific number of years, depending on the genus (in this case, Magicicada), until they emerge as locust-like critters to shed their skins and swarm the nearest available tree. It being the Thirteenth Year, this meant that every treetop shook with the rattle of a million-billion tiny maracas, sizzling the air with sound just as our skin (and insides) sizzled in the sun. Imagine a massive, region-sized pressure cooker that only got louder as it got hotter. You couldn’t hear yourself think while you were boiling to death.
It’s just as humid here–I looked it up once, and we have exactly the same amount of moisture in the air!–but it feels different. Or, at least it used to. Yesterday, when I walked out of the cool store and into the bright sunshine, I had to look around to see if I was in the right state. I smelled salmon instead of livermush, and didn’t hear even one cicada, so I figured it was still Oregon, but I’m telling you. Lawd.
What with all this climate change going on, affecting every area of the world, I wonder if humanity will end up melting into one giant puddle of goo that god will have to scoop up and carry in a bucket to the next place?