"I wed the sea!" declared Camus. He had just awoken on a ship sailing towards the South Seas, its course set for Vancouver. The seagulls had disappeared, all he had left was the ship's engine and a promise of an horizon.
All I have, everyday when I awake, is the distance between winter and summer, the East Coast and the North Pole, this distance between you and I. Still, you may yet hold this promise as true: I will once again feel your heat by my side. And when that day arrives, I will softly tell my love.