ARRIVAL
Resting near the railing, I was enjoying the crisp air blowing from the open viewport overlooking the beautiful forest greenery below. Like an open gallery, a section of windows lined the entire corridor. The cold air was allowed to flow freely through the interior, and I always liked the idea of passing my time here, just thinking.
The Station Victoria lay quiet this evening, except for a few commanding officers here and there conducting class. A group of cadets marched near me and a few other off-duty officers scaled the nearby rails to my right and left, examining the forest below. They looked restless, as if awaiting something. Their restless bodies edged closer to the rails and their enthusiastic eyes pierced the surrounding corridors in search and in longing. What were they
