depending on when and where on a night like this I would

sit on top of my desk, overlooking the london eye and houses of parliament.
let my bike roll down mount pleasant all the way to king's x.
listen to online music streams typing quickly with my feet on the desk and laptop in lap.
drag a small suitcase into a bus into a coach into a plane and into a train into a tram into your flat with the wooden floors and big windows.
sleep with your arm around me.
discuss one page of Heidegger's Being and Time word by word and argue all over again (and find that amazing analysis in another book 2 days before the exam).
listen to nothing in the street and the clic-clac the cobbles on the sidewalk make when someone passes on a bike.
drink ladygrey tea with you.
hang around rosebery hall and then be offered a floor to crash.
glide down regent's street, whitehall and race down to elephant & castle.
read.
write countless emails to you with my sister sleeping next to me.
sit outside with the phone, wondering what to say when you pick up.
make my way through the catacombes of the LSE Old Building to check my email at 4am to find people studying.
visit you in your room in front of the square with the tall trees and talk until daylight.
walk queen's walk and admire the lights.
have grilled tofu on a balcony and wine my arm barely touching yours.
think.
swim in the river walking back upstream.  ¶ 7:25 AM