The fan whirs…
The sound grows as it’s head turns towards me.
When it is looking directly at me, the cool moving air makes my hair waver up and down.
As it rotates back, a larger gust graces my face making all of my skin cooler for just a moment.
The rushing air lessens,
The sound diminishes
as I await the next turn in my direction.
Doodads and Doodles 
2 responses to “Stirrings of Air- A Slice of Life Tuesday”
It’s the hottest day of the year (at least I think so, not sure the meteorologists have declared it so) and I am enjoying the breeze of the ceiling fan right now. I really identify with your words “my skin cooler for just a moment.”
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Such a beautiful and perfect capture of an ordinary moment. I will think of this poem each time my fan oscillates!
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