I'd forgotten how good it feels to stand under a fan and have the breeze blow on your face and through your hair and send cool air beneath your clothes and make you feel alive and vibrant yet at peace and cozy at the same time.
There was one of those large ceiling fans at the subway station today. I don't normally use that station, but it's the one closest to a friend's house. And while the temperature has dropped outside, it's a five minute walk from her apartment and so by the time I reached the station, I was feeling hot.
And standing beneath the fan, suddenly I felt like I could do anything. Well, almost anything. But it felt good. And it's enough to keep me going tonight as I pull an all nighter in an attempt to finish assignments for class tomorrow.