Sound of AC reminds me that it’s the city

Outside in my backyard, I have a really nice yellow and blue hammock. The hammock is suspended between a giant oak tree and a large Queen Anne palm tree. I like swinging in the hammock, when the sun is shining and the temperatures are just right. I don’t mind some warm air, but a cool breeze is definitely necessary. The hammock is in direct sun all day long, but I can fall asleep for an hour or two if the breeze is cool. I can almost picture myself in the woods, until I hear the sound of the A/C equipment in the background. Every 20 or 30 minutes, I can hear the rumble of the A/C equipment as it gets started. It’s the only sound I can hear, other than the sound of birds chirping, planes flying by, and the occasional Hawk swooping down from a tree. The sound of the A/C equipment remind me that I live in the city. I have always dreamed of moving to the country, and the closest I get is laying in my hammock. Someday, I know that my wife and I will retire somewhere that doesn’t require any A/C equipment. I would love to go to a place that has comfortable temperatures all of the time. If it was 65 and breezy 365 days a year, I would consider that a dream location for retirement. Then I would be able to lay in the hammock all day or all night. I can’t wait until those days, when I can retire and spend all day laying in the sun with a beer in one hand and a fishing pole and the other.