Beltline (or Belt Line) refers to the following:
The term "beltline" refers to a demarcation between a vehicles body panels and the side windows on an automobile. This definition is found on all cars, regardless of vehicle body style. Some vehicles are styled to emphasize the "beltline" while other vehicles adhere to the point where the vehicles side metalwork ends and the windows begin.
The BeltLine (also Beltline or Belt Line) is a former railway corridor (rail-to-trail or rail trail) around the core of Atlanta, Georgia, under development in stages as a multi-use trail. Some portions are already complete, while others are still in a rough state but hikeable. Using existing rail track easements, the BeltLine is designed to improve transportation, add green space, and promote redevelopment. There are longer-term visions for streetcar or light-rail lines along all or part of the corridor.
The BeltLine plan was originally developed in 1999 as a masters thesis by Georgia Tech student Ryan Gravel. It links city parks and neighborhoods, but has also been used for temporary art installations. In 2013, the project received a federal grant of $18 million to develop the southwest corridor.
The idea originated in a 1999 master's degree thesis by Georgia Tech student Ryan Gravel, who founded the non-profit Friends of the Belt Line and works for Perkins+Will. Frustrated with the lack of transportation alternatives in Atlanta, Gravel and two of his colleagues, Mark Arnold and Sarah Edgens, summarized his thesis in 2000 and mailed copies to two dozen influential Atlantans. Cathy Woolard, then the city council representative for district six, was an early supporter of the concept. Woolard, Gravel, Arnold, and Edgens spent the next several months promoting the idea of the BeltLine to neighborhood groups, the PATH foundation, and Atlanta business leaders. Supported by Atlanta mayor Shirley Franklin, previous city council president Cathy Woolard, and many others in Atlanta's large business community, the idea grew rapidly during 2003 and 2004.
You could sense it
even if they couldn't see the storm
like a wave rushing a black sandbeach at night
No one had come in to wake you up from the dead
take my hand and wake up dead
dreaming this cold dream forever
you are my eternal slave
a deafening scream echoed in your soul
out of the dark and into that
Hell
Crawling in the dust of the earth
at least nothing will remain
red shades moving in ghostly silence
through the drifting mist