The building stands out among the faded browns and reds, it's blue a soothing break that stands between the reds and browns.
People stand out the front waiting, their desperation and need thick in the air, waiting for that pure white gate to open.
When they exit, their demeanor changes, no longer desperate but tranquil, like the blue of the building.
The people reach their tranquility for a while but then they're back waiting for that white gate to open once more . How long will it be before they pass through a different gate; a gate through which they cannot return from but hopefully a gate through which they will finally find the peace they so desperately cling to.