A fresh dawn peeks over the shadowy horizon, and a new life is born. Commuting arteries flow with morning rush hour as birds, sirens, and endless chatter eclipse pre-dawn’s silence. Today’s agendas come into view. Methodical adjustments align each minute detail with tomorrow’s dreams. Rushing, bustling, and scampering through, deadlines are met revealing the next demand. Crowded sidewalks teem with life as lunchtime approaches. Daily production suffers from the effects of digestion. “Just a few more hours.” becomes the afternoon’s motivating slogan as the “in-box struggle” beams a beacon of hope. The evening sun broadcasts an end to this mayhem. Tired and worn out from the day, red cells flood the street, flashing as they leave the concrete jungle behind. Darkness blankets the terrain as slumber takes over. This day comes to an end and lives no more.