It had crept upon the hill almost unnoticeably. A small pile of dirt here, the mound of pipes there. To those who weren't observant...it would have gone unremarked upon.
But for me, where this field had been a place of solace, a place to escape, a place to have on my own...
It spelt out the last days of my happy place.
For the sign had just gone up, the dump trucks were rolling in along with the cement mixers and diggers.
My quiet meadow was now under development.
I stood on the edge of the sidewalk. My hoodie pulled over my face to hide my features, my hands clenched within the single large pocket.
Sanctuary. Oh so brief.
I stared for as long as I could. Taking in the last precious mental pictures of the spot that had been my go to for so long.
Because now, now I would need to go elsewhere for relief.
You can't find peace when the construction workers are there.
There is no isolation in this field.
It's now...commercialized.
-Inspiration from seeing an empty field beginning to get developed.
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