Papa

I saw an aura only one time. I was small, no older than ten and my grandfather towered above me, looking off into the distance. He had a content look on his face as emerald green and bright yellow hues emanated from his body in ocean-mimicking waves. We both stood in the backyard, unmoving. As children are apt to do, I broke my gaze and wandered off to the next interesting thing. If I'd known that I would never see such a thing again, I may have studied it just a little harder.