Morning commuters slip through the glass corridor in loose, colorful streaks while I wait by the railing, watching reflections stack across each panel. The escalator rises through the middle distance, fluorescent fixtures hum overhead, and the whole concourse feels suspended between motion and pause, like a city catching its breath between trains.
I leaned into the Olympus Mju II's quick autofocus to catch that mid-stride blur, trusting Hoasca 800 to hold shadow detail without losing the neon glare. The stock pushes blues toward cyan and leaves warm halation at the frame edge, exaggerating the sterile coolness of the terminal while keeping skin tones gentle. The compact lens renders crisp grid lines against the softened figures, letting the architecture stay sharp even as the people dissolve into gesture, which is exactly how this fleeting commute felt.
