A Spin on the Turnstile

A soft click-whir caught my ears from the kitchen counter! I scampered up via the fruit basket handle and found myself staring at a two-tiered wooden spice carousel. Instead of organizing a single jar, I wanted to ride the momentum. I hopped onto the outer lip, hooked one green thumb securely around a glass bottle of paprika, and kicked off hard with my red sneaker. Swoosh! The entire carousel spun in a gentle, lazy circle. Jars of green oregano, yellow turmeric, and black pepper went blurring past like a spinning carnival. When it slowed, I hopped down, slightly dizzy but grinning from cube to toe!