Somehow I sleep. I dream that all of my family, friends, and those I’ve loved are gathered for a picnic. I try to take a picture of them sitting on a stone wall. Can’t fit them all in. “You’ve got to get back,” they shout to me. “Back, back, farther, keep going farther.” I move back more and still more, bringing crowds into the frame. Thousands of speckles shout, “Back farther!” They shrink more, and still more sweep into view, until everyone turns to a blur and is gone.
