Watching the sun rise, a favorite while I was in my teens and early twenties, is still the most romantic date. It's best when you don't set out to do it, too, where it just happens and you suddenly realize it's light and birds are singing. I think that the singing birds part is key: that amazing, new sense that the rest of the world is waking up, and you've been there the entire time.
Last night was rainy--at times it rained hard--with frequent, thrilling lightning flashes. The kind of lightning that you can see even with your eyes closed. It was a great night to go out driving, not to get anywhere specific or to "accomplish" anything, but just to be.
Speed, dark, rain, lightning, The Doors, Velvet Underground, and thee.