Flat

I have been in Plano, Texas all week attending a training class for work. This area of Texas is flat. Very flat. Sitting here at the airport, you can see forever, with the only objects in your way being manmade houses, buildings, and freeway ramps. I can see the buildings of Dallas, Plano, and Fort Worth from my seat. Miles away from my seat, the buildings rise in the haze. Nothing between me and them. The flatness is almost startling in it's perfection.

It's also windy. Flat. With a constant breeze. Makes me think of every cowboy movie I have ever seen. It is always flat, with the wind blowing the dust and tumbleweeds down the trail. Guess Hollywood got Texas right.

I'm a northern guy. I need my green grass. My hills. Trees. Mountains to climb, ride, hike. And I would prefer to live where my view of forever is obstructed by more than just buildings.

Texas is flat, and it has left me feeling the same way. Guess I am ready to go home and hug my kids.