Flat

I live in a place that's fairly mountainous. On a clear day I'm treated to incredible views amazing snow-capped mountains in basically any direction that I look. Back when I was in art classes in elementary school I'd draw mountains in the background of any landscape I'd draw. I'm not sure why; growing up outside of Boston there are really no mountains to speak of. I think I must have seen a drawing with mountains in the background and just thought it was the right thing to do.

Imagine my surprise when I saw that there was a place where there really are mountains in the background everywhere.

But I do a moderate amount of work-related travel to places that are not that mountainous. In fact many of the places I've been to are really, really flat. Phoenix. Exurban Indianapolis. These places are flat.

I regard flat places with a sort of reverence. Not a sense that I'd want to live in a place like that, but a deep appreciation of what I am seeing. Parallel roads continuing on and on until they meet at the horizon. There's just a sense that it evokes.

I think it's the closest thing I'll ever have to experiencing infinity. Speaking of which: