The sound of the fan is loud and clear,

I can feel the wind of the fan being pushed towards my hair and my neck,

It is pretty relaxing, but, it is not just relaxing, it is more than that, it has a meaning inside my memories box in my head,

The sound and the wind makes a good combination...

Together they combined were poetically able to draw up a story for themselves and never get forgotten,

They inserted their full written story inside of a child's mind and made sure it sticked to it to survive, and they did,

Along with the silence, the story of the fan and the wind survived peacefully inside that, now corrupted, girl's mind,

Could have been anything, any kind of memory or story, but no, is this story the one that mercifully deserved to live,

It drives my mind to a kind of real life experience to revive that never forgotten and well preserved memory.

It is postmeridian, the lunch time had just finished and now the adults are in their rooms, resting...

The sun is on it's highest point and it shines with it's greatest force penetrating all the open doors and windows and illuminates every possible space it can reach,

There is a pretty relaxing calmness and silence around the neighborhood, not a single sound besides the fan and the wind,

The head of this girl it is introduced into a reflection mode, it starts recording without her noticing,

Along with a puzzle and sitting on the floor, a story on it's simplest way, it is now always gonna be remembered whenever that sound and ambience is reminded,

It's life is now unlimited until the mind decides to erase it, but...

Why would a mind that grows up and stresses every time a little more..

Why would that mind decide to erase such a peaceful memory,

A very simple story about the fan and the wind...