The hill.

They have bulldozed the hill by Science World.
The hill we rolled down that night in 2008. Remember drinking
Jameson's and rolling? Four bodies. Arms and legs and arms and legs
and arms. A messy laughing pile at the bottom. Reminding me that it's
ok to not be dignified sometimes.
Or the day we talked for hours about Harry Potter. Or the day we just
sat and read on blankets in the sun. Or just by myself when company
wasn't sought or found.
Anyway, that hill is gone now. It's just a pile of dirt and diggers.
Progress can't be stopped.
They were carrying away a big tree on a flatbed truck. It looked tied
down, restrained and very unhappy. Poor tree. Poor hill.
And I think about Cat Stevens songs.