Not even close to this, but a couple summers ago it was like 98° F/37° C here and not dry. The humid sky was a light blue and I was a dumb pedestrian like a mile from a train station. Almost dizzy, and stumbling toward a crosswalk, I had to stop directly behind a running tour bus whose exhaust was somehow even hotter. I don’t think I stopped sweating until October. The exhaust was just hot moving fast. It was no help at all and didn’t feel any drier than the outside. Anywho, godspeed.
This time of year, when we get a breeze it’s much more like when you open the oven to check on something baking.
Not even close to this, but a couple summers ago it was like 98° F/37° C here and not dry. The humid sky was a light blue and I was a dumb pedestrian like a mile from a train station. Almost dizzy, and stumbling toward a crosswalk, I had to stop directly behind a running tour bus whose exhaust was somehow even hotter. I don’t think I stopped sweating until October. The exhaust was just hot moving fast. It was no help at all and didn’t feel any drier than the outside. Anywho, godspeed.
Thats actually a hilarious way to put it