Endings and BeginningsĀ 

I never cared for endings, the final breaths of dying embers, glowing stubbornly, banked against the coldest 

Night. Beginnings, though, bright promises of better days, slipping through the grates, landing on my doorstep, 

With a grand thud. Extra! Extra! Dream all about it. Wrap a ribbon around the past. Cap it off with a shot of tequila.