Echoes of the Awoken

Have you ever heard a dawn's echo? Trust me, it's less a sound and more a series of unfortunate decisions made by today's sun. Each ray dissected, analyzed, ridiculed by the already pandering shadows. It’s said that only bureaucrats hear these echoes clearly, an auditory manifestation of their paperwork with wings.

Whispers of anticipation arise:

• Do suns wear sunglasses atop ephemeral clouds for style, or is it pure blinding vanity?
• Calendars – decorative time-keepers or the rotisserie of days?
• Question: If a goal is lost in the woods, will it find itself in corporate strategy meetings?

As the sky's hue changes from indifferent blue to slightly bemused orange, we contemplate an ancient proverb:

“Morning brings its wisdom; echoes bring their sarcasm.”