The mountains envelop the city like a comforting hug as it lines the horizon. The rocky structure is strong and sturdy as if to let the city know it’s protected. It’s comforting to know that the mountains are always there. I admire their beauty whenever I can. I glance up at them to make sure they never leave me, but they are always there like a friendly shadow.
In Kansas, there are no mountains. The land is flat and plain. The landscape is not as enthralling as it is in Nevada. There plains for cows to graze on, rolling hills of wheat and prairies where small animals scurry about. On my way out of Kansas, it was hard to keep attention on the horizon. The rolling hills seemed to go on forever and I began to count the hours until I left the state.
As I wander my around the city, I take notice of the people who are in a hurry. They have no concern for what is going on around them, just the task of making their scheduled engagement. They don’t stop to appreciate the attractiveness of the landscape. It’s intoxicating. I’ve never had the luxury of being surrounded by mountains, but I find it I small gain in my move to Nevada. They ar beautiful and I wish others would stop and take notice.