I see the fan overhead, in the periphery. It catches my eye because of the movement. When I look up at it fully, I am awed by the beauty of it. Barney encouraged me to buy this one that has blades shaped like palm leaves and the whole thing is in soft shades of golden browns and bronze.
In my mind’s eye before I looked up, I saw a utilitarian fan, metal and chipped white paint. The beauty of the reality was startling. It casts a twirling shadow on the ceiling. The pull knobs sway like a pendulum in a circular swing. All the movement is in contrast to the stillness of the room. All the while it gently blows over my skin, at my exposed neck and face and chest. I cling to the breeze like someone thirsts for water. It enables me to relax in a degree or two of cooler air and easier breath.
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