Without instruments, I cannot say for sure how long the thunder rolls.
It comes so close and resounds so long the pull of nature feels strong.

There’s a hill…,” Tucker begins. “We called it a mountain until we hiked up to the top one day and saw the snow capped Sibillini stretching out across the horizon. No, it’s a hill–one of many colline that climb to the east of us and roll out to the north and south.