There is something about Rhode Island. The unfettered nature preserves that are dense and wild with thicket. The soft, sandy beaches pronounced by bluffs. The soothing, sea air that seems to level everyone and remind us that something so much greater than us exists.
This land has always felt magical to me because it's where I spent childhood summers. It held that enchanting allure that summertime has when there is no school or work to be done, and you're allowed to sink into each day and let the time roll. I miss that. Rhode Island still feels like such a breath of fresh air and change of pace. I went twice this summer and am really happy about it...
