It only gets better.

I wake up in the early morning and watch the sun rise over snow capped mountains. I see deer and elk pass by my cabin, eagles and hawks soaring in the thermals, coyotes heading back to their den before full light.

I take my dog and we walk into the nearby hills or along the Yellowstone river, aimlessly. There's nowhere we have to be.

I visit friends and watch the dogs play. We break bread together at dinnertime. I'll have a glass of wine and stare at the mountains with my jaw slack at the view.

I'll split wood for the fire. Cook healthy and wholesome dinners, fall asleep to the sounds of the world. One where I hear no motors, no other people, no music coming from a car window at 2:00 AM.

I may be one of the luckiest sons of bitches in the world.