thoughts on a summer night

Came here on a whim.
I like whims. They're random.
They leave the best memories. Like this one:
I'm calm.
The skyline of the city is nice by the river. It's reflecting as the sun falls down. It's warm out.
You look nice by the river. You're wearing a wierd shade of blue. But it looks good on you.
Your smile makes it warm out.
You stand out more then the sparkling lights of the city, across the river.
I'm starring at you
and the city
and the night
and I think to myself that I could die here and everything would be alright.
I could die in this memory, tonight.
So the memory disappears and I'm thinking about the show Law and Order.
And that damned theme song.