[100 Words is a story in 100 words or less, based off the word in the title.]
Not the warm of a fire on a cold winter’s day, but the hot warmth of a Mediterranean country. It is almost sticky, clammy, constricting, but then a gentle wind blows past and the heat is instead a gentle caress across your skin. It is as if you sit in a spa, totally relaxed, letting the warmth permeate your tight and aching muscles.
The warmth takes away your stress enough to just breathe in and out. Nothing more, nothing less. Just existing.