A Funeral

I am walking with many people along a broad stone path winding across a large college campus. There are possibly thousands of people and the procession is very long. We are headed for an enormous chapel for a funeral. The procession does not go straight to the chapel though, but passes through school facilities where the man who died, a professor, taught and conducted research. The professor's residence is also on the school campus and we pass through the first floor of this building as well. It almost feels like a museum tour except the man died only recently. I ran into two friends from high school when I first arrived but they are caught behind me in the procession and with so many people there is no way to meet up. I don't think I want to meet them anyway, but allow them to watch the back of me. I am wearing an over-sized, down puffy vest and while I know it may not be very cool or terribly appropriate for the occasion I decide to enjoy how it feels on me, embracing me while remaining very light. Somehow this acceptance and appreciation molds me and my clothes and the entire situation together so that I am perfect for the moment.