Texas landscape

I miss the mountains. Every time I would visit my brother in Tennessee I would feel this rush of pleasure at the Smokies. As I would drive, the road was bordered by large forests of pine trees keeping secret the lives on the other side. In Texas, at least in the part that I live, there are no mountains. The scape is flat, teasing with its expanse. Along the road, the earth is spotted with single trees. It is beginning to grow on me, the romantic horizon along the road. But Texas will never fill this void I have for the grandeur of mountains.