Vermont

I stare at rolling fields, watching the houses slip by. I look up at the mountains, noticing the warm tint on the trees that blanket them. It’s past 7 PM, one of the most beautiful times of the day in Vermont. I’m in the car, staring out at this beauty. It sinks in how glad I am to have moved here. It feels like every day I’m on vacation. I look out into the pretty sky, the grand mountains, the vast valleys. Beauty. Peace. Vermont.