Words are inadequate

I feel the same way about trees. My father's parents used to live in west Texas, where there was very little but desert scrub and a ring of mountains, and all the buildings were single story. Looking out their back window, I was always reminded of the beginning of The Blue Sword where Harry keeps thinking of running screaming towards the mountains. It would have taken all day to walk that far, if not more, with all the invisible bits of barbed wire fence and people's fields of various livestock in the way, but looking out that big picture window it looked like the mountains were just a brisk walk away because there was no way of measuring the distance.