The city pulses restlessly. Ambulances rush by, wailing, overtaking, making the morning bustle seem slow for a moment. Cars roar over wet asphalt, louder, more hurried than usual, driven by the rain and the first snowflakes of winter. Church bells chime rhythmically but bring no order to the chaos; they echo into emptiness, unheard, insignificant. A morning that refuses to find its rhythm, struggling to come into sync — waiting for the inner paralysis to dissolve. Wishing everyone a good start to the week.