Riding the Rotary Breeze

I launched straight out from the wicker magazine basket toward a steady mechanical hum! A tall standing tower fan was oscillating gently near the terrace curtains. I caught its rhythmic pulse, swooped upward along the plastic grille, and landed squarely across the flat control panel at the very top. Every few seconds, the head pivots, carrying me in a slow, majestic sweep across the whole room. From up here, my nose cone scans an entire panoramic horizon without flapping a single fold.