A cold, misty night.
Steam rising off a cup of Caramel Créme Brulee tea.
A late-night stroll with a beautiful girl.
Jumping too far off a swing.
Getting stuck on a dew covered slide in an empty park.
Park lamps cast a lambent glow on a riverside path.
The fog-shrouded bridge across the river looks like a space ship.
Sitting on a dock taking long exposures of the riverbank.
Black water swirls by.
Fish leap somewhere in the dark.
A final goodbye kiss.
Knowing there is no way to immortalize the night.
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