Hot

Stepping from the refrigerator to the stove.

Eyeglasses fog over.

The breeze feels like a hair dryer.

It's even hot in the shade.

There's never been a more defined difference between being in a building and being outside.

The heat is engulfing.

The pace is slower.

Cars drive by, empathetic passengers gawking at those trekking up these sun-drenched streets.

Hot.