Sadness

Sometime overnight, my fan passed away. I woke up with an unusual amount of sweat covering me, and noticing the distinct lack of breeze, I soon pinpointed the cause.

The lifeless form beside my bed was a bit of a shock. The blades standing motionless, the switch still set to 1, the setting I always slept with. A gentle breeze, but not distracting, and it shall never blow again.

This fan stood by me through hot times and hotter times, and helped me through days where I thought I was going to melt. If not for its constant air movement I might have gone mad this summer, or at least been much hotter than I was.

Farewell, dear fan. I shall never forget you.