so let me hammer this point home...i see us all as lonely fires that have burned alive as long as we remember. but like all fireworks and all sunsets, we all burn in different ways. you are a fast explosion and i am the embers. and though your flames are quick and mean, they will not last the year, but expire like a sudden falling star that only nightingales have seen before, migrating to southern jungles and in this way you will come find me in december.

-- "nightingale/december song", sunset rubdown