Before today, I haven’t given Tuesdays much thought. Other days and what they mean are permanently imprinted in my head but Tuesdays just seem to pass week after week in a forgettable parade of seconds, minutes, and hours.

But here I am, positively stirred up about all the things that could happen today. Today, I am this girl who looks at the world crookedly. I am this girl who has stolen a glittery and ruby-red random box of adverbs and happily taking them out one by one. I am this girl leaving traces of coffee and spices on everything that I touch. I am this girl alert for any crack in space and time for, surely, a disturbance in this lazy afternoon’s passage will lead to firefly rides and secrets to how ripples end.