Today the wind returned, a stifling current of air that flowed through the FOB like the hot breath of some infernal entity. By midmorning the air was little more then an overheated conduit of raw energy. As I walked across the FOB I closed my eyes for a minute and felt like I was standing behind a jet turbine spooling up for takeoff. By early afternoon the thermometer that hangs outside our building was no longer a reliable gauge, the mercury had already pushed past 120 degrees.
I don’t know if the shimmering heat magnified my sense of smell, or if the baking temperatures triggered some strange chemical reaction, but the FOB was redolent with a witches brew of scent. In one area the noxious smell of burning plastic seemed to soak into my uniform, until it was replacesd in turn by the sickly sweet smell of diesel fumes. In another areas all I could smell was the foul stench of boiling trash - a corrupt odor that seemed to poison the very air. In still another area the only smell was the cloying scent of radiator fluid, a smell so strong and overpowering I expected to find an army of overheated vehicles around the next bend. The smells came one after another with such piercing clarity that at some point my nose just shut down. What can I say - the heat can do strange things out here.
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