Modern Fantasy: Desert-Hot Skin in the Winter

Her skin was the steaming-hot of a rock in the sun-baked Arizona desert. The snowflakes sizzled and hissed where they struck it, but nobody noticed. Everybody darted back and forth in the streets, trying to get from where they had left their warm cars or offices to where their preheated homes awaited. She had dressed to blend in, but it was possible, on a day as cold as that one was, that nobody would have glanced at her even if she hadn't. Stinging winds and temperatures of 30 below with icy streets and sidewalks tend to make people keep their eyes down, on their feet, even though everybody was well-padded enough that falling wouldn't seriously hurt them.

Inspiration: It is almost July, and my feet are cold.
Potential: Low.
Notes: This isn't a story, just a quick character sketch of sorts, and there's not a huge amount of motivation to make it anything else.