If I could romanticize in florid language how hot it has been

This ardent June/near-July/summer, murky with sweat, clasping us to her hot breast & the swampy creases of her arms. Our lungs thrashing in the sun like stranded, smothering fish. So on/so forth. It is damn hot.

(Or, as my friend Bryan says, "like being trapped in a giant's armpit." A sleeper hold, perhaps. Say "uncle.")

No one can sleep, we swap tips on keeping the air in the apartment circulating without AC. Some of us consider buying AC. This may be the final step to becoming an adult. My last night at the survey center, a woman in California tells me I should come visit her and we'll go to the beach.