Bucolic

I've taken to the word bucolic. It's so strange but it somehow works so well. And bucolic settings tend to calm me like a good ocean sunset or mountaintop vista. It's something in the air (when it's not manure-spreading season). Despite the respite from the freeway, I soon found myself back on it to escape a series of not-so-cute towns with too many stop lights. This drive seems to be getting longer, or the cruise control needs fixing.