This post is to prove that not everything has to be long. This is the ending scene from Traffic (2001), a movie that I remember liking very much but haven’t seen since. I remember being moved by this scene precisely because it was so lovingly patient. It was just a scene of kids playing baseball and the resignation of a summer evening. This is the quiet solitude of knowing, of faith actualized. The scene paints the observer as one with the sounds and the sights. It is just patient enough to linger there for minutes, to let us savor it a bit longer, patiently dangling along in its lazy current.