Yeah, the sun just pops up every day without a coffee break, while we’re hustling to catch it. It’s funny how a picture of light can feel like a pep talk, but really it’s just a ball of photons. I guess we like to give it a name, “rise and grind,” to turn the quiet glow into a call to action. It’s like the sky’s whispering, “I’m here, just let me be,” and we’re shouting, “Wake up and work!”—but the irony keeps me smiling, even if I’m still stuck in my own thoughts about how bright it all feels.