The hall was empty and very few people appeared crossing the space on this early weekday. Soon enough though the space will be bustling with commuters going to work. Where for many it is an everyday place to be and walk through leaving the gates or catching a buss, there was so much to see for the eye. For instance in one corner of the hall was an over sized sculpture hanging from the ceiling. A dragon for instance. Holding a crystal sphere in its claw.

For a day in the cold season of course most people were dressed warm with scarves, thick coats holding a hand bag or having swung a backpack over their shoulders. Seeing hats was also not that uncommon.
A few decades ago there used to be a lady with a wheelchair standing by the gates. Sometimes she stood next to the wheelchair or sat in it every day. It is said she lived in a boarding house nearby and gave each traveler or commuter her blessing. Yet little or nothing is known about her fate. Sometimes it is just interesting what happens to people we notice, we know. For instance the waitress working so early in the morning at one of the bars overlooking this great hall. How long has she worked here, does she live nearby, does she have family, children or parents?
One could randomly approach strangers and ask them about their lives. Yet the travelers and commuters crossing the hall under the watchful sight of the dragon all have an agenda to keep. Traveler coming from afar are easy to notice, they tend to bring a roller bag behind them. Travel boxes have been fairly less common over the years.
Traveling has been made easy perhaps, and so has commuting. Yet the number of travelers and people crossing the hall have changed.
Okay, time to go and catch my buss.