I have a theory that heat can be measured in many ways. By degrees, yes, but there are many variables that can affect that outcome – wind, shade, moisture all factor into the actual temperature. I think the best way to calculate just how hot it really is, is to talk to other people while out in it.
“Boy, it’s a bit warm out today!” is something that is said a bit sarcastically as the temperature wallows in the 90’s. And it’s usually only said once in a short conversation before moving on to “how’s the family, yada yada.”
Once it hits 100, every conversation is started with “It’s a hot one!” or “I guess summer is finally here!” or something to that effect. The actual hotness may be stated again once more either in the middle of, or at the end of the conversation as well. Everyone with skin knows it’s hot out, but it must be said anyway.
After the big 100, however, every damned degree that the mercury rises exponentially causes misery to rise as well. You start sweating just by thinking about going outside. In fact, you avoid going outside at all costs if you can. People get grouchy, short tempered and start cursing Ra when it reaches 105, 106, 107. At this point, it is perfectly acceptable to tell everyone around you just how hot it is at any given point in time. Multiple times, in fact. I am sure I have had entire conversations where the only words said were,
“it’s hot? Hot hot hot hot hot.”
Maybe someday, something besides the weather can be talked about. Once the temperature begins to decline, relieving our brains of the smothering heat that is turning them to mush, we can begin to talk of pleasant things. Things like pumpkin pie and sweaters and good books. Just enough time to get in some real conversation before it turns to “Cold.”
“Cold cold cold cold?”
“Cold cold cold cold cold!”