I See It Too

I got that name from a moment last winter. We were in the courtyard of a building and it was evening and the snow was falling and it made the area amazingly silent. Simon froze in his tracks when he saw a fan through the window in one of the lofts. The loft looked warm and the fan spun slowly. The snow was slowly falling. It was beautiful, hypnotizing. We sat in the snow and watched the fan go around and around.

"I see it too," I told him.