Starting Over
The Open Door
A thousand journeys come together only to be splintered, divided according to geographic location and estimated time of departure. A symphony clicks staccato on reflective marble floor. Flip flops create a bass line to a stiletto heel’s disconnected beat. Tiny voices of crying children become distant background soloists to the deafening sound of ferry arrivals, disembarking vehicles, and the foul language of people made to sit in line far too early in the morning.