I notice small things that would otherwise blur past. A storefront light left on overnight. A new crack forming in the sidewalk. The way the vines behind the Yoga Studio seem to climb a little higher each week. These details don’t change the course of a day, but they shift something in me. They remind me that maintenance and attention are forms of care, and that a downtown grows not just through big projects but through the dozens of small moments when someone looks closely enough to act.