and you wanted to dive right into that setting sun. all glowy with small waves balancing it. but it ducked behind staten island never to be seen until later...

so off you go, under the prettily lit bridge full of the evening traffic, of folks cussing to the steering wheel, and there were no bodies jumping off today, no runners peeing off the lower level. just you, cold as hell, wishing it was 1986 again and you were on the ferry...