**The air is thick, but I can’t stop moving now. I’ve already made it this far. But more importantly, I made a promise…**

The stones are piercing into my bare feet. I’m unsure of whether or not the water on my face is from the dewy air or the moisture leaving my body. Every now and then I step into the grass, hoping for a moment on relief. Each time, I am remided that the grass is worse than...