A Breath from Above
A soft current of air drifted down, and for the first time, I felt it. I paused, testing my balance, then carefully rotated my right arm upward. High above, the wide wooden blades of the ceiling fan hovered silently. I tilted my head slightly to gauge the distance and structure overhead, watching how the light gathered around the glass globe. My feet stayed firmly planted, solid and steady in the gentle breeze.