CLARK MEZZANINE by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
I leaned against the wall of the elevator as it crawled downward to the platform level of the Clark St. 2/3 station. Nervously thumbing the advance on my camera, I watched as the light of the mezzanine hallway slid upwards through the elevator windows as the car came to a halt. I snatched a frame as the doors opened, half hoping to catch someone unaware through the gap, half just wanting to get a picture of the doors sliding apart.
I let the camera fall to my side as I sprinted through the partially opened doorway and down to the platform just in time to see the doors of a Wall bound 2 jolt open for me. I landed in Manhattan a few minutes later, and emerged into a frigid gust of wind, and blinding early Spring light.