If everyday was as hot as this,
we’d all be pretty brown
maybe pale would be the new tan.
you never know in this town.

If the sun always burned this way,
flowers wouldn’t bloom
you could never give the one you love
a bouquet to make them swoon.

If our bodies were always so warm to touch
we couldn’t even begin to understand
the exciting heat
when a lover touched our skin.

Yet if it were always winter
and we were always numb
we wouldn’t understand
what it was to be young.

We’d never feel the difference
between the cold and the fear
we’d never get goosebumps
from a whisper in our ear.

It’s strange how we change
at the tilt of a head
how we lose or gain degrees
just by what they said.

It’s even stranger how in heat
we wish for icy winds
but when winter comes along
we yearn for burning skin.

But most of all it’s strange
that despite every season
there’s someone who makes you feel fine
for no logical reason.