A completely random happening, the tiny fisherman fell. Placing the teetering man back in his spot, brings memories of when my children had grandfathers. Beside the art object stands a frame displaying a photograph of him holding my oldest son as an infant. Some may say these are dusty knickknacks, but I choose to look at them, and be reminded of gone-by days.
And then you wonder, in a breezeless room, if the occurrence was a brief greeting.