He never thought he’d feel that way. But there he was, besotted by life in the hinterland, buoyed by the boondocks.
Who’d have believed the sticks could end up so satisfying? Sure, he gave up the sunny beaches, but while his city pals squeezed onto small spaces on the sand to swelter in the summer sizzle; he could splash right in his backyard stream, in his birthday-suit if desired.
Then there were vegetables from the garden. The birds’ song. The quiet. He had discovered his inner bumpkin.