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Now, invite me in, before I lose my temperature.'
'Temper, you mean.'
'No, temperature. It's getting chilly.
There is no bad weather, just soft runners.
The arctic atmosphere, necessary for the maintenance of broadcast equipment, is air-conditioner sterile, with occasional stray smells of brewed coffee and toner for photocopying machines.
I'm not into cold weather, I like warm weather.
PROBLEMS are like cold or hot water, how much you pack it tightly but its moisture comes outside
Withstanding the cold develops vigor for the relaxing days of spring and summer. Besides, in this matter as in many others, it is evident that nature abhors a quitter.
It might, too, have been the singular cold that alienated me; for such chilliness was abnormal on so hot a day, and the abnormal always excites aversion, distrust, and fear.
Ninety degrees but the heat made me feel safe, like walking under water.
IF THE HOUSE IS BITTER COLD,
ALL THE FLUIDS THEREIN,
IF NOT FROZEN, ARE STIFF AND SLOW.
There is a chill where warmth moved out.
It's not the heat," came his return mutter. "It's a critical buildup of sperm".
I'm like a mosquito, I love humidity. I don't sweat.
A Cue from Nature
Run outside during a thunderstorm
That downpour, that conquered hesitation, that exhilaration
That's what unlonely is like
Nothing cools so fast as undue enthusiasm. Water that has boiled freezes sooner than any other.
A wall of heat. The furnace had to be turned up almost to eighty,
Constant action overcomes cold; being still overcomes heat.
You gotta be cool. That's all. Remain refrigerated.
Heat, ma am! It was so dreadful here that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones.
Been calm in temperament, kindly, though not of warm
The Ignis Fatuus is a vapor shining without heat.
For the first time in my life the weather was not something that touched me, that caressed me, froze or sweated me, but became me.
Completely dried up, They've become beans.
Whatever the issue was, it'd had the chance to ferment for a few days already.
You okay?" He moved past her into the kitchen and deposited his beer bottle in the sink. "You're all flushed."
"I'm fine," she said a little too quickly. "It's hot in here, that's all."
Oh sure. It was a little hot anywhere he was. The kitchen ... the living room ... the polar ice caps ...
One has to make a decision when a condition is likely to degenerate if nothing is done.
The air was calm and insects had not yet risen off the water, that crisp time of morning before the sun strikes, when it is still cool enough to work out solutions to sticky problems.
Nothing can be repaired or advanced but only accepted
There exists for every liquid a temperature at which no amount of pressure is sufficient to retain it in the liquid form.
Cold, like swallowed tears.
When a person is accustomed to one hundred and thirty-eight in the shade, his ideas about cold weather are not valuable.
Heat, like a dry ocean through which they had to swim.
The choking humidity makes amphibians of us all, in Bombay, breathing water in air; you learn to live with it, and you learn to like it, or you leave.
The temperatures rising in the slow-moving air like the heat of angered flesh as capillaries squeezed, the blood in them rising to a boil.
Lukewarm, still air had that smell of woman; like blossom flower, closing before sleeping.
When there is not a breath of wind, the waters sometimes shudder as if from inside and take on the finish of washed silk.
I have no enthusiasm for nature which the slightest chill will not instantly destroy.
Predition is risky, especially of the future.
Heatstroke is an important and useful addition to the library on climate change, bringing insights from deep-time ecological research to help illuminate the dire forecasts of which we're already so aware.
I'm a Miami girl. I'm not meant to be in anything under eighty degrees, ever. Shut
Abnormally good or abnormally bad conditions do not last forever.
Heat that rots ambition and stuns the intellect and will.
Sneezes pent but set like traps, the boys crouched, stood, lay sweating a cool and constant brine.
Cold, hungry, scared as hell inside, but too damn brave to admit it.
Asparagus in a lean in a lean is to hot. This makes it art and it is wet weather wet weather wet
You can have all the right ingredients, have measured them carefully and mixed them, but without warmth, you'll end up with a loaf of bread flatter than a plate. And while you might be able to eat it, it won't feed you.
There are no air conditioners in Hell
Accelerated culture does not respond well to the nonobvious.
I'm cold, Religiously cold.
Physicians tell us of hectic fever, that in its beginning it is easy to cure, but hard to recognize; whereas, after a time, not having been detected and treated at the first, it becomes easy to recognize but impossible to cure. And so it is with State affairs.
Calm as still water,
It's best not to experiment on yourself. Bacon practically froze himself to death in one of his experiments and died of pneumonia."
{Right! Bacon must be heated. Knew that already, but thanks for the reminder.}
I am cold, even though the heat of early summer is adequate. I am cold because I cannot find my heart.
In order to approximate dinosaurian physiology, the trio of scientists carried out the unenviable task of sticking thermometers in the cloacae of American alligators.
I don't like closed systems.
Cold, still, lookin a little uncomfortable in death as if they weren't quite used to it yet.
winter plumb
not plumb
Panic, panic, can't panic. Think of food. Think of sugar. I am a sugar cube in cold water. I won't dissolve. Precise edges. Made up of tiny, regular, secure parts. If the water were hotter I would worry, but it's cold. I stay together. Precise. Clean. Surrounded, but whole.
come much colder
Status: Naked. On bed. With boy. Systems overheating. Sudden doubts multiplying. Meltdown imminent.
Normal" is just a setting on your dryer.
This thaw
took a while to thaw, it's going to take a while to unthaw.
Please don't let it be really hot here.' New Orleans in August was about as hot as he wanted to deal with. And he definitely didn't want to smell rotten eggs for eternity. He'd had enough of Kyrian's dirty laundry for that.
brutally air-conditioned library
Weather Panic! This is the New Normal (and We're Hopelessly Unprepared)
Burned over water.
I don't know a high C from a low C.
Heated is what you get when you rub faith and instinct together.
Oregon almost never got too hot. An Oregon governor must have passed a law a long, long time ago that said Oregon had to always have moderate temperatures.
A house with nothing old in it seems - unseasoned.
If there were biologists among the extremophiles organisms that live in extreme conditions, they would surely classify themselves as normal and any life that thrived in room temperature as an extremophile.
Normal is just a settng on your dryer
I am unboreable in the great outdoors.
For weeks, I'd been frozen, sealed-off; now, in the shower, I would turn up the water as hard as it would go and howl, silently. Everything was raw and painful and confusing and wrong and yet it was as if I'd been dragged from freezing water through a break in the ice, into sun and blazing cold.
Just washed, How chill The white leeks!
He is a thermostat leader, not a thermometer ... He does not react to the environment he's in. He changes every environment he's in.
It was the sort of cold that followed you inside, that searched your clothes for gaps and penetrated you slowly, until it crept into your heart and chilled your blood.
On a cooler sun on a primordial earth:
I later learned that biologists, when they are feeling jocose, refer to this as the 'Chinese Resaturant Problem'
because we has a dim sun.
I love the word warm.
It is almost unbearable
so moist and breathlike.
People outdoors here just scuttle in vectors from air conditioning to air conditioning. The sun is a hammer. I can feel one side of my face start to cook. The blue sky is glossy and fat with heat, a few thin cirri sheared to blown strands like hair at the rims.
There's gonna be a lot of heat inside.
But one immediate thing can be done right now, and that is: lower the temperature. Any way you can, and everybody. Just lower it.
Oh, we were a degree or two hotter than improper.
There was, of course, central heating, but it was not apparent.
But a wound unfelt is a wound unhealed.
It is only the fools who keep straining at high C all their lives.
On the anvil of August, the city lay paralyzed, stunned into stupidity by the heat.
She was not quite what you would call refined.
She was not quite what you would call unrefined.
She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot.
Got sock? Foot cold.
Hell's a dry heat too. It still sucks. Let me know if you pull anything. I'm gonna go get a cold beer and pour it down my pants.
There is no bad weather, only inappropriate clothing.
I don't mean to say it's not fresh on the space station, but there's nothing like new, cold air coming into the capsule.
The walls are cracked and water runs upon them within threads without sound, black and glistening as blood.
I don't have dry seasons, because I don't allow them.
Okay, well ... how's that water feeling, then?' 'Excuse me?' 'The Nile warm this time of the year?
Others quite new when covered with ice, all white, all throbbing, are like swans about to fly, but the earth has already caught them from below. They twist and tear themselves from the mud, only to be flattened out a little further on.
Any time a body goes outside the environmental conditions for which it developed it has to acclimate.
A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.
A victim of the use of water as a beverage.
I would choose the heat above an equal degree of chill. The evidence of natural history points to a tropical origin for our species, and I believe it to be true.
He was bound inside this body, trapped, an airborne being caged. In