The Hill That Wasn't"A pile of dirt on a farmer's land. That's all it was, really. I drove by it and I saw it. I cannot recall the exact day, except that it was sometime in the fall. Time passed by, the seasons changed. During the winter it was bare, though there were days when it was covered in a blanket of snow. I would still occasionally drive by it and see it. In the spring it woke gently to the warmth of the sun. I would drive by it. And I would see it. Then came