Ever since I can remember I’ve had this paperweight, playing with it as a child I payed close attention to it's cold touch and it's rough texture. It once belonged to my Australian grandfather, a person I never met and know very little about. Although I have always known it was his its significance never occurred to me.
Only now do I look at it and wonder who he really was. Sometimes I think this sleeping wombat knows more about my grandfather than I do.