Rhode Island may be the smallest state in the U.S., but in summer it feels like it expands into something softer, slower, and a little sweeter. Along winding coastal roads, farm stands appear like small roadside secrets.
Wooden stalls filled with just-picked berries, warm baked goods still carrying the smell of the oven, and handwritten signs that feel like they haven’t changed in decades.
Nothing rushes here. Even the air seems to pause for a moment…