An olive grove is alight, fire spreading in the dry heat, and the hillside is consumed by flames.

Now, in the static dry heat of midsummer, it seems nobody wants to keep their clothes on.

Creatures that succumbed didn't rot; the dry heat drained their body fluids and mummified them.

The room smelled of chalk dust and dry heat from nickel-plated radiators under long windows that looked out on brown grass.