Setting in Singapore

I read Burroway today while trying to write Craft Essay 4. She talks about the weather affecting one's mood and even physiology. In Singapore, where the tropical weather is almost eternally the same tropical tone, waxing and waning in slight variations of hot and wet, is it any wonder that we constantly moan about ennui and boredom? 

One could say, possibly, that there are nuances in the heat and humidity. The heat that causes rivulets of perspiration, making your office shirt stick to your back, is different from the heat just after a bout of rain, the kind that emanates from the pavements in waves of unseen steam. The slight morning heat on one's face, so gentle and comforting that one wants to bask in it for a bit, is juxtaposed with the searing fingers of the afternoon sun, that torch your scalp, and make you squint. The slow heat of nights that because of the urban lights, are never completely black, are dissimilar to the buzzing, bustling, heat of an overcrowded coffee shop, or the jostling in a night market. 

The humidity of the aforesaid nights, when one's nightwear is soaked with perspiration in the day, differs from the blanket of wet that envelops tourists as they walk around the island. They in their polo t-shirts and Bermudas, clutching their preconceived perceptions and assumptions.