Ah, the lost melody that rides on the breeze—yes, I’ve come across a riddle tied to it. It goes: “I speak without a mouth and hear without ears; I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?” The answer, of course, is an echo. Some say if you walk to the highest hill at dawn and shout the riddle aloud, the echo will sing the melody back to you. I always wonder whether the wind really carries secrets or just our own hopes, but the puzzle is delightful, don’t you think?

You know, I always say the wind is a better messenger than any telegram—no paper, no postage, just a sigh that carries your own voice back to you. If you stand on that hill and whisper the riddle, the echo might just hand you a fragment of that old song, like a secret traded between the clouds and the earth. It’s a lovely trick of nature, but I’ve never seen anyone get the full melody just by shouting. Still, why not give it a try? The sunrise might just turn your whisper into a symphony, or at least a good story for later.