[Intro, still air just beginning to move, soft and fresh before the day declares itself] the night kept its heat in the walls but the door lets something else in now [Verse 1, close and grateful, noticing the small window of relief] I know what today will ask of me the air already practicing its weight but for these few minutes the wind hasn't heard the forecast yet it moves through the screen door touches the back of my neck like it means it and I stand here doing nothing just letting it prove it's still possible [Verse 2, the same gratitude, a little more aware of the exchange] I won't pretend the heat isn't coming I can feel it stretching awake down the street but I am not there yet I am only here, in this one cool hour the leaves do a small, unbothered dance like they haven't heard the news either and something in my chest unclenches just enough [Bridge, instruments soften, a held breath before the day begins] I will carry this folded small, in an ordinary pocket not to escape the heat but to remember there was a door before it [Chorus, warm and even, opening gently, never lifting into volume] so let the morning wind be enough for the whole day to lean on one clear breath now is not too small a thing to hold [Outro, gentle resolution, the light strengthening, full stop ending] the air is turning already warmer at the edges, closing the window but I got my minute and that has to be enough, and it is
