"We Are Infinite."

A story written in third person about a wonderful day I had awhile back.

     So, today Scott went out and saw some amazing people. Friends he sees everyday and friends he hasn't seen in months. He went to the mall, drove to the hospital and back, hung out with his parents a bit, went and had some ridiculously wonderful times with great people at Bdubs, read several chapters of an excellent book, and got kicked from wal-mart for a particularly raucous game of wal-mart tag. As he drove home at 11:30 at night, Rise Against playing in the background and the smell of new honeysuckle and lilies on the wind streaming through the window, he thought about everyone he loved and everyone they love, and so on and so forth. And as he drove on, one thought pervaded his mind.

"We are infinite."

Reviews

[Lee E. Powell]

You did very well in conveying a nice day.

"he smell of new honeysuckle and lilies on the wind streaming through the window" ...nice.