π§‘β¨ The Streets Shine β Because Someone Wakes Before the Sun πβοΈ

Long before the city stirs, we stand beneath dim streetlights, warming our hands around a small cup of coffee, ready to sweep away yesterdayβs dust so your day can begin fresh πββ¨.
With every leaf lifted and every wrapper gathered, we carve a little kindness into the morning β quietly, humbly, without expecting applause πΎπ§Ή. Most people walk past without seeing us. But the rare moments when someone pauses, smiles, and says, βThank youββ¦ those simple words lift the weight from our tired shoulders πππ.

Beneath this bright orange uniform is a parent, a grandparent, a person who returns home weary yet proud β knowing the city breathes a little easier because of our quiet work π β¨.
π Today, try this:
Offer a smile, a greeting, or a gentle βthank youβ to a street sweeper.
You might be surprised β
your heart may feel just a little cleaner too ππ§Ήβ¨