Most mornings I walk down Main Street before the day has quite decided what it’s going to be. The storefronts are quiet, the sidewalks still gathering themselves, and there’s a kind of gentle honesty in the way the light falls across the brick. It’s in these moments that I’m reminded why I stay rooted here, and why the work of tending to a downtown is never just professional. It becomes personal in ways you can’t quite plan for.