His favorite thing about his new job? Quiet.

There was never any modern technology or loud sqables or anything else that would normally irritate him. In fact, there was rarely a voice in the whole park.

What sounds he would normally hear at his previous jobs, the ones he'd hear daily, were replaced by that of nature. The clicking of keys became a woodpecker in the distance. The mumbled conversations from the other sides of walls were now the calm movements of rivers and the babbling of brooks.

Sometimes, he will simply canoe out onto one of the glistening lakes or park himself beneath an old oak tree, and listen to the small sounds that would ride on the wind. And he'd think, if this was anyone's dream job, it was his, Ron Swanson's.