There was a persistent soft breeze caressing the palm tree that sat upon my lawn. The brush of the leaves was gentle and easily acceptected as ambiance. The noises faded in comfortably with the rest of this dullness we call Tuesday morning. But on an ever sporadic occasion there would be a gust of wind, strong enough to shudder my windows, strong enough to startle me tense, just strong enough to remind me of my mortality. It was at this point the constant banality of everyday began to fade. It was at this exact moment, without knowing why, I knew this Tuesday would be like no other.