like a heat wave

A gentleman came into Over the Moon today with the most impressive amount of sweat I have ever seen on a human.  He'd walked from the airport, and was shopping for pottery.  He was gregarious and cheerful.   I gave him the # for Javier's open air taxi, but he said he was happy walking.  I left the shop and walked the 30 yards to my house, unhappily.  The heat feels like being swallowed alive.   Good thing Ocracoke has such a glorious beach.  Watch out, Atlantic Ocean, here I come.