i was a kaleidoscope

i put on my overcoat
and walked into winter,
my teeth chattered rhythms.
and they were grouped in twos or threes
like a morse code message was sent
from me to me.


-death cab for cutie


[a movie-script ending]



here we are, at the end of all things.
the end of the year.
the end of the day.
the end of the earth.
yet, it is still a beginning, too.
the beginning of water.
the beginning of night.
the beginning of the new year.
for the power of the world works in circles, and everything tries to be round.
and so goes the endless ring of light.

chicago, you are my night. the beginning and the end.
here's to it all.