Federal Reserve Chairman Powell has arrived, preparing to speak. Fatigue weighs heavily on him.

At seventy-two, he could be enjoying quieter years, yet here he walks alone in the storm. The spotlight catches his graying hair, a silent testament to decades of responsibility and relentless scrutiny.

Why must he subject himself to this? The world knows that with just a single word, the markets could leap, and countless faces would light up in relief. Still, he endures, carrying the weight of expectations on his shoulders.