Fall in North Carolina is something special. The air shifts first, cooling just enough to make a cup of coffee taste a little sweeter in the morning. Then the trees start to whisper their secret — leaves turning from green to amber, crimson, and gold until the whole landscape feels like
There’s a certain stillness in the woods come wintertime. The leaves have long since fallen, the branches stand bare against the sky, and the air holds a hush you can almost feel in your bones. It’s in those quiet months that small moments stand out the most. That’
There’s something about the earliest hours of the day that feels almost secret. The air is softer, the sounds are gentler, and the world seems to pause before it begins. On a quiet morning in Annapolis, Maryland, I found myself standing at the edge of a marsh just as