A "light" at the end of the tunnel

I looked in the windows of the new library this morning on the way to work. It isn't quite ready yet. There's something lonely and disquieting about looking through shelf after empty shelf after empty shelf. Where there should be thoughts and joys there's nothing.

But, 2/3 of the way across the building through a "tunnel" of empty shelves, a splash of different colors said a bridgehead was established.