It was the kind of heat that was so hot and sticky, you could taste the air.
In Texas that means it tastes of *******, both kinds.
Its the kind of heat that makes you feel trapped in a room even when you are outside.
It was the kind of heat that limits your ability to speak.
So wet and full.
It was a heat that made all kinds of clothing acceptable.
It was the kind of heat that made everyone equal.
No matter what, we all felt the heat.
It was the kind of heat that made you want to stand still.
It was the kind of heat that made people share water, then fight over shade.
It was the kind of heat that made someone understand the monologues at the beginning of old westerns, and indie movies about the south.
It was so **** hot.
It gets so hot here, people get angry because of the heat. One year there was a problem with people shooting others while driving. Explanation? It was hot, and they were angry.