(noun) a small hill or mound
Today’s word is a pretty common one, but not one I hear a lot. I believe the only reason I even know this word so well is due to the famous “grassy knoll” that is part of the J.F.K. assassination theories. (Speaking of J.F.K. assassination, if you have Hulu and haven’t watched Stephen King’s 11/22/63 yet, what are you waiting for? James Franco + Stephen King + 60’s conspiracy theories = WIN)
I can actually think of quite a few knolls in my life, and each one was surprisingly pleasant. Living in flat farmland meant that you didn’t often get a view from up high, so knolls were a precious commodity. In the summer, they were perfect for a good roll through the grass; wintertime made them great sledding hills, with the best being crowded during all daylight hours. There is one in particular that was in the park closest to my husband-then-boyfriend’s house. It was a perfectly round man-made thing, and I remember walking their golden retriever up it’s steep slopes during the summer. We would leave at the break of dawn and walk to the top of the knoll to watch the sunrise. The clouds always made the most interesting patterns and I lost many a thought on that hill. Then we’d reluctantly go back home back to reality, although I’m not sure that my head ever left the clouds. And the dog got his walk, so he was, of course, deliriously happy the way only a dog can be. Good times, good knoll…
So do you have any knolls around where you live?