A Solid Roam

Stepping off that blue mat, I took a slow stroll across the wide wooden table. A glass mug sat right in the middle, casting a cool shadow. I rested one hand against the thick ceramic side and took a look around. Everything in this territory is built heavy and built to last. Found a stray coaster with a picture of a diner counter stamped on it—now that is proper style. I nudged it flat with my boot to claim the spot, leaned back, and took a breather.