Just prose

We picked out the bunch that held the most flowers. Standing underneath the hum of three foot long lightbulbs, our sneakers seemed to squeak with the same anticipation normally reserved for first dates.
We were only seventeen, that silly, in-between age that has no monumental achievements associated with it, just sandwiched between sweetness and legality. We decided on two bunches of miniature carnations, only seven bucks, there had to have been more then forty or so stemmed flowers. Our anticipation grew as we veered slowly onto the Stevensen.

That night wasn't the first time we had done something like this. One of our favorite teenage past times in fact. The first time we handed out flowers for the sake of brightening a strangers day was actually during the day. We canvassed the Loop with the buds in our hands, handing away flowers to anyone who would take it. The reactions were just as diverse as the people. The worst being apathy or a passing ridicule but the best were the smiles and laughter of someone experiencing something different within the monotony. That is the essence of our philosophy. We were young but somehow even in our youth we were able to recognize the importance of celebrating normalcy to transcend it to a daily revolution of thought.