Oh the Seattle morning chill of the summer day

In the evenings, I sweat
Under the harsh summer sun
Toiling, hiding, running for the shade
And the world looks like
It's all ready to drop dead.

And then,
Nightfall.

The morning comes in
Bringing with it
The cool winds
A touch of love
And the sense
That things
Will
Be alright.

That after every dreadful evening
Comes a chili morning
To remind you
The joys
Of yet another day.