king street in february

It was February.  A typical February day in Sydney with the temperature in the high 30s and the humidity about 85 or 90%.  The afternoon sea breeze had not yet arrived and possibly never would that day.  The air was heavy and hung oppressively on everything.  Those who could not escape to air conditioned bliss, or at least the comfort of a fan, were listless, overpowered by the heat and looking forward to March and the hope of some clear autumn days.

Jesus and his friends had spent the morning in the heat down near Tempe.  Here the heat was aggravated by the noise of the planes landing and taking off at the nearby airport. 

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