Forecast: descriptive language

Yesterday I kept picturing that wonderful sensory overload of being on a tropical beach at night, pitch black, ears filled with the crashing waves, contact humidity on every inch of your skin, breathing in that soup. It's like you expect the ocean to be switched off and put away at night and someone left it on, in the dark - isn't that dangerous? - and you expect the air to have a chill but every molecule of it is still densely warm. And by "you" I obviously at this point mean a girl raised on the prairies/mountains.

So today New York was that kind of hot and humid. Well, close. It was nice.