The line forms behind you. It always does. You move with the confidence of someone who’s read the bylaws and rewritten them. The bag is practical. The standards are not. Neighborhood politics, seasonal produce, social capital. All handled before noon.

YOUR UNIFORM:
A soft knit layered over a crisp collared shirt, corduroy trousers, a woven belt, glossy Mary Janes, a market tote that’s seen everything, a vintage fish brooch, a precise eye pencil, and a green, grounding fragrance.