Overpowering Heat

"The heat had become overpowering... Old men could not remember any heat to match this, and the grass curled up like wood shavings on the sod roofs while the tarred walls wept black tears, the windows all stood gaping, and oldsters and sick people that hadn't been seen for years came out into the daylight with squinting eyes and with strangely distant smiles.

It was not a pleasant heat. The word went round that one could get sunstroke from it. Many therefore cautiously stayed in the shade, but even here the heat was persistent. The sweat poured forth as soon as one undertook the slightest thing, and if one sat still, one became sleepy and fell into an unhealthy doze...

It was boiling hot in the sun, and the big thermometer in the yard of the Rømerske Handel showed 65°F."

- Faroese Short Stories