Speed Limit LI

Driving down the road, looking into my rear-view mirror, I see the reflection of trees coming through the sunroof onto my sunglasses, trees that pass by with each mile per hour; and I am singing soulfully with the windows down, my hand out the window, feeling the air whip by with each mile per hour; and I know that I am home in Long Island, where the trees overhead and the wind all around and the music in my ears all remind me that this is where I should be, for each mile per hour in a day, everyday.