Everyone has those days. Cartwheel Days. When you feel like skipping down the deserted halls of the school during class and doing a cartwheel. Just lifting up your feet and going head over heels down a flight of stairs. For a moment you feel like changing the world, like healing all the wounds of others, like making it all better. But then you realize no amount of cartwheels can heal some.
Z.W., author of Turbulence, often has Cartwheel Days, though she cannot successfully do a single cartwheel. Z.W. heals her own wounds with lies and chocolate.