When the time comes this nightmare of a sickness will be over. Hundreds of thousands will have said goodbye. The rest of us remain living remembering all that we have lost and what we indeed have to gain. I will cry, then laugh, then smile. The locked doors that once kept us safe, will once again open wide. There will be movie nights with friends and family held snuggled up on couches well passing around the well enjoyed popcorn. There will be children flooding through halls in clusters, no longer in long socially distanced lines. Day after day, minute after minute there will be change. The streets will flood with familiar faces, glowing, dancing and for a moment there will be no fear. The once 6ft boundaries will be broken with leaps in arms, enveloped in love and joy. We will be free. Months ago we thought something was nothing. A sickness that sparked, a fire that burned, an election roared. The word that each and every child could spell. The word that started with a C and felt like it never ended. Covid 19. I dream of a day like before. Before the outbreak, before the tests, before the fear. I remember the day when it all began. It was a thursday. We all thought we would be back 2 weeks later, but we were seriously mistaken. Kids stumbled out of classes, packing up lockers, bags in arm. Hugs, hand sanitizer and smiling thoughts of and what we thought of as an early vacation. I remember the before with ice cream parties, choir, hugs, and huttles. I remember, I remember and I smile.