Photo and writing by Jessica Blough
I had a dream about running just a few days before everything changed. I’m not a big runner — my chest usually tightens up long before I want to stop, and I have to slow to catch my breath. But in that dream, we were all there, and I was running laps on this small track, and I kept waiting for the pain in my chest to pull me down — but it never came, and I kept going and circling and running, even long after everyone else had stopped.