Lying in bed, just listening, I’ve just discovered that my fan is a musical noisemaker. He has his overtoned hoooooommmm all the time, I’ve known for years. But just now, listening for inspiration around me, I heard the dooon tick-tick, dooon tick-tick of a perfect waltz.
Chugging along at a deceivingly casual pace, he sings for us, hoping to provide a space of glorious motion to abstract, yet perfect, music. He sings to me, and lulls me toward dancing. I want to Viennese, but really must sleep.
He is a tricky one, that fan- quite tempting. Now I shall sleep to this dooon tick-tick, and probably with a dance in my head. Goodnight, dear fan, and goodnight, dear world. Sweet, musical dreams, may they abound tonight. See you en la mañana.
Day 31 of 40