The morning air shimmered with a thin veil of mist as the town slowly stirred awake. Delivery trucks rumbled along the narrow streets, scattering the first rays of sunlight across shop windows and quiet doorways. A lone cyclist glided past the fountain in the square, leaving ripples of sound in an otherwise gentle hush. Somewhere in the distance, a train horn echoed, signaling the start of another day filled with small routines, fleeting conversations, and the subtle rhythm of people finding their way.