Beltline Kroger: Patio & Pavement Paradise

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Seven-thirty AM, the sun's already white.
Eastside trail is humming, just a ribbon of light.
Another mile clicks over on my watch face.
Got a rhythm in my feet, a comfortable pace.
And up ahead, through the heat haze, that familiar blue sign.
Not an endpoint, just a pause on the line.
On the patio, the pavement paradise.
Where the shopping cart meets the exercise.
And the cyclists in spandex sip Chardonnay.
Just another perfect Tuesday.
Sun on the concrete, a warm plastic chair.
Forgetting the list, just breathing the air.
The lady with the yoga mat is reading the news.
The guy in the business shirt has kicked off his shoes.
A kid chases a pigeon past the automatic doors.
A little universe of afternoon chores and non-chores.
I just came for almond milk and some bread.
But I'll sit here for an hour instead.
On the patio, the pavement paradise.
Where the shopping cart meets the exercise.
And the cyclists in spandex sip Chardonnay.
Just another perfect Tuesday.
Sun on the concrete, a warm plastic chair.
Forgetting the list, just breathing the air.
And the corporate hum from inside...
...it's just a sound.
A clean, cool promise on this common ground.
They built a store, but we made it a port.
The unofficial, sun-drenched, last-and-first resort.
On the patio, our pavement paradise.
Where the shopping cart meets the exercise.
And the cyclists in spandex sip Chardonnay.
Just another perfect Tuesday.
Sun on the concrete, a warm plastic chair.
Forgetting the list, just breathing the air.
Yeah. Breathing it in.
Just another Tuesday.
On the line.