The fan rotates side to side automatically as its blades spin and circulate fresh evening air coming in through the open window. My mom said I have to be careful with the window open because spiders will come inside this time of year. When the fan gets to the power of its rotation when it faces me seated on my meditation cushion, my shirt blows like a sail on a ship. I alternate between focusing on my own breath and the breath of the blades blowing. It’s almost midnight. It’s dark in the basement. The door to my room is open. But I’m less afraid than I’ve been before. For one, I double-checked that all the doors in the house are locked. For two, if I only focus on my breath it’s impossible to think of any scary thoughts.