To some, infinity is a number.

Well...
a number
of sorts.

To others,
it’s a way
of expressing
amounts of time.

“I love you to infinity.”

“To infinity, and beyond.”

These are all
well and good.

To me,
infinity shows
a lack of limits.

Limits,
of any kind.

I can have an
infinite
amount of knowledge.

I can show an
infinite
amount of love.

But given some time,
and a window seat

In a cottage

on a lake,
and some hot chocolate,
because I hate tea,

I could read
an infinite
amount of books.

I could visit
an infinite
number of places.

Beaches
and mountains

and towns with long names
and enjoy them
wholeheartedly.

To me,
infinity
is
more.

More than
just a number.

More than
just hours
and minutes

and days.

Infinity
is a destination.