After the Longest Time

... I dream. I am in my high school, running towards the gymnasium. I am late for the Morning Assembly. I know because it is quiet -- the way it is unusually quiet for a school full of boys to be before classes. I am running fast, passing the basketball courts, Savio Park, and Our Lady's Chapel. I get to the football field and it seems the sea of green stretched out into eternity. I run even faster. I could hear the wind howling in my ears. A blink, and, just like that, I fly.