Fiery, yellow heat.

The harsh rays of the sun spread across the skyscrapers, causing them to glint as if they're decorated by the stars of the night. 

The coconut trees shake lazily in the warm, humid air. The sun stares at the sea angrily. 

Everything is bathed in an ochre hue.

An irritating buzz of thousands of air conditioners blasting cool air into matchbox sized apartments fills the courtyard in front of me.

A tiny plant attempts to fight the heat. The plant next to it has given up this futile attempt, and lies dead, killed by the summer.