Four months of calm seas to be pounded in the shallows off the tip of Montauk Point

I shall soon be needing to be in the market for a new car. Not new, per say, although you can't actually call it used. Previously enjoyed, perhaps, would be a good bet. I am thinking of something small and slightly classic. Perhaps in brown. I diffidently won't be looking for anything like my old blue one. Although it did appear green under certain lighting conditions, if you turn away for a second it turns gray on you. Gray like the sea. Which, incidentally, APPEARS infinite. It is not, in fact, infinite. It has been charted and measured very carefully both breadth and width. It is, though, very large, and sometimes extremely large distances give a better feeling of infinity than actual infinity does. To say that the ocean in infinite is to talk about appearances, about how the door is painted to look open, and even how far it is from here to there. (here being where we are and there being where we want to be, of course)

And I wish for one more day
To give my love and repay debts