The sun falls behind the hills west of Main Street, giving off an orange glow only summer is capable of producing. The sounds of insects pervade the air; background noise sounding from the courthouse lawn. A soft breeze sways the trees as darkness slowly falls, just as it does every other night, yet, something is different, something has changed. As the street lights give off their incandescent glow, lighting the street, breathing over the cement; foreign colors disturb the homeostasis. Where the Park Hotel once stood, a space lives. Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, this space is home to something new, something beautiful. A place where people can…