winter hill

It is raining today and about 39 degrees F: classic definition of a dreary day in Upstate New York. I see this hill often when I drive to do errands. Today, its greenness is a good contrast to the grey of the sky and the road and the messy snow left from last week. A friend showed me this hill; he uses it as a measure of changing seasons and of the mystery of the earth. What is it, really? A bit of a drumlin? A mound hiding burials? Probably nothing more than what we see: a pile of earth. Just earth.

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