In the quiet hours before the city wakes, while most lights are still off and the streets are wrapped in dawn’s pale glow, six women in orange and green begin their day

You hear them before you notice them — the steady sweep of brooms, the rhythm of footsteps, the quiet teamwork that keeps the city breathing

They clear the paths we rush across.
They clean the streets we rarely look down at.
They carry strength in their hands and dignity in every step.

Mothers. Sisters. Friends.
Sharing stories between tasks, laughing through the early chill, holding onto hope as tightly as they hold their tools

So often they are invisible.
Sometimes judged.
Yet always essential

Three small words — but suddenly their faces lit up brighter than the sunrise behind them

Because kindness costs nothing…
Yet to someone who feels unseen, it can mean everything

Let’s truly see the people who keep our cities alive.
Not just the buildings.
Not just the lights.
But the hands that rise before dawn to care for it all.

A smile. A greeting. A moment of respect.

Sometimes, that’s all it takes to change someone’s entire day — and maybe our own too.