"Rhode Islands Quiet Beauty"

Rhode Island is a breath of fresh water,
A place that feels like something you stumbled upon
But were always meant to find.
Small enough to drive through in an hour,
Big enough to hold everything you'll ever need.
It's not about the skyline.
Sure, there's Providence where the roads were built to confuse you,
but somehow, you always know where you're going.
​Where the river glows orange in the summer,
where late-night dinners feel like home,
where history lingers in the bricks, but no one ever really talks about it.

It's the salt in the air, the kind that never leaves.
The waves that crash against the shore like they have something to say.

The drive down the Ocean Road, windows down,
wind hitting your face so sharp it makes your eyes water, but you swear it's worth it.

It's walking the Cliff Walk at sunset, Starting up at houses you'll never live in,
pretending for a second that you could.

It's lighthouses, not just for boats, but for the people who need them too.