Rurality

Lived 48 years of this life in large cities and small towns, 17 years in remote wilderness, and now living in rurality, as I tend to think of it, after the bungling, bumbrained U.S. government burned my wilderness homestead to ash. Not quite full wilderness here, but not at all citified.

And although I've enjoyed everyplace I've ever lived to greater extent than expected, this rurality living is a nice fit for an old man eking out his final three or four decades of existence.

Instead of dreading horrors of metro-comutting, here in rurality, only baby spring spinners' leavings are encountered during morning and evening strolls around this new homestead.

No traffic snarls and jams, just wide open spaces free of all the things dealt with for decades.

And during these leisure strolls, names for places on the parcel surface, like Two Oaks Trail.