There are mountains here

Not Illinois.

We awaken to trees

Out the window.

These are North Carolina trees.

Mountains live

Around them.

There is a train

Whistling past

It is not the standard

Illinois train.

We are ten hours away

From Illinois.

Even the road sounds are soothing

Here.

It is humid but somehow

North Carolina humidity

Does not bother me

Like the humidity

Of Illinois.

I awaken to North Carolina trees

And frizzy hair.

There are mountains

All around me.

It is not Illinois.