Outside Our Vermont Airbnb // New England Pt. 4
Each morning, when the earth is at its coldest, the little valleys of Vermont fill with fog. It blankets the ground, obscuring the horizon from view, and clings to the tree branches in tiny, crystal droplets. As the sun rises, its light is soft and defused in the air. Its warmth gently lifts the fog and shines through the dew like brilliant prism glass. Across the street lives a horse named Nutmeg, who eagerly greets guests, hopeful for a sweet slice of apple.
Next to the house lies a rocky riverbed that fills the ears with its gentle babble, and the air with the sweet smell of icy waters and Autumn leaves. If you venture up the trail, that leads across the yard, you’ll find the river at its most beautiful and powerful. Here the ground is soft and green, the rocks smooth from years of enduring the waters force. Its a treasure to behold, hidden in an almost forgotten corner of the world; but I think the residents prefer it that way, and I envy them.
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