Through the Turnstile

I sprinted away from the parcel lockers toward the grand entrance where a giant revolving glass door was slowly spinning on auto-pilot. Timing the opening was pure instinct. I lined up behind a rubber sweeper blade on the rotating frame, dropped into a low sprint, and dove right into the moving glass compartment. The curved pane swept me smoothly along the polished floor. Right as the outer gap aligned with the open sidewalk, I leaped across the brushed metal threshold plate and rolled neatly onto the sunlit concrete. Full outdoor transition nailed!