Sees in Seasons

Again, the season has started to change. I've been wishing this winter would end, and drag a few things away with it. I was thinking today about attic fans, and how ever since I was little, they have been a symbol of summer. When my parents didn't want to run the air conditioner, they turned on the attic fan. And at night, I listened to it fluttering and banging as I drifted to sleep. Now when I turn one on, the loud rush of sucking air as the metal louvers blow open takes me back to that top bunk on Hightower.