Easter, in the control tower.
Last stool on the right at the front of the patio vessel.
Overseeing the horseshoe parking lot, where demand for real estate customarily exceeds supply.
At the top of the control tower.
Overseeing entries into carefully curated records, quaint succulents, members-only vintage envy or a cultural institution that charges coffee as the admission price.
The responsibility at the top of the control tower.
The well-manicured grounds of a cemetery dead ahead.
The hill it resides upon rolls upward, gently.
A reminder to keep it breezy, because the inevitable awaits everyone.
Regardless of air-traffic control proficiency.
Keeping it breezy at the top of the control tower.
The control tower of the social information-passing vortex, which envelops this patio institution.
In the crossfire by default at the tops of the control tower.
Fielding and overhearing war stories, social badge ceremonies, over-corrected self-reassurances. Easter brunch shifts completed is proportionate to dragons slain.
The moderator, at the top of the control tower.
Cars ferrying in, out, around, between inside the horseshoe.
A hard veer right is resignation, the front lines are all accounted for.
Still circle back, complete the figure eight, imply infinite ferrying purgatory.
At the top of the control tower you must be on-guard, you are on stage.
The most volatile seat of this patio institution.
The control tower demands a level of mastery in keeping cool.
Sunglasses disguise your intentions but invite curiosity.
Keeper of the succulents.
Their purity creates complimentary social opportunities.
Remain ready, stay on guard.
Free opportunities do not imply gainful opportunities.
Strung along for the prime real estate.
The philanthropic keeper of the lighter.
The lighter itself a social lubricant/
Adult parents patrol toddlers from the back of the vessel.
Scratching to maintain ownership of their small, nomadic kingdom.
Unable to surrender this struggle at the foot of the control tower.
We're keeping it breezy at the top of the control tower.
We're shielding our children from the breeze, denying them an opportunity for a taste.