A winding dirt road through a forest with trees displaying fall foliage in shades of red, orange, and yellow, with fallen leaves scattered on the ground.

Country Road in Autumn

Woodstock, Vermont

Somewhere just outside of Woodstock, Vermont, this little country road curves away into the hills—quiet, empty, and wrapped in autumn’s last blaze of color. These are the kinds of places that aren’t marked on any map. They just appear when you slow down, take a turn, and let the road decide where you’re going. The leaning tree felt like a gate to something quieter, something slower—an invitation to step out of time for a little while.