Falling leaves 

It’s 6 AM at the end of September, and Vermont's trees are transitioning into their autumn beauty. The mornings are my favorite: the quiet, peacefulness, and calm of the world are one of a kind. I'm just driving around to enjoy the best time of year and experience what makes Vermont so great.

I turn onto a riverside road and watch the current fly over rocks that have been there for hundreds of years, lining the Ompompanoosuc. The houses here aren't cramped together like they are in the city; they mind their space and let nature surround them.

Across the river, there are rolling hills for miles, making the ground look like ripples on water. Along these hills are farms, one after another, stretching on for miles. Cows moo as I drive by, and farmers wave. Vermonters always wave.

I watch the wind blow fallen leaves into a telephone pole, then onto the road.

The sky is transitioning from night to day, creating a sunrise the color of cotton candy from the fair. The world around me is getting out of bed and kick starting the day, ready for that first cup of coffee.