My great-grandfather and I stood in a long, tearful embrace following an intense argument and struggle over a brown leather satchel he was determined to take from my college dorm room which I believed belonged to my roommate while my great-grandfather was convinced was his own.
Exhausted after the encounter, we sat on the beds facing each other contemplating the satchel which sat on the floor between us.
We looked at each other without exchanging words and I could smell my great-grandfather's Skin Bracer aftershave lotion on his smoothly-shaven face.
I then found myself watching one my professors as he was dozing off on a rock on the bank of a canal and nearly falling in.
Then I woke up.
*Originally manifested on October 9, 2020.