Walking Through the Pages of Time
A few days ago, we kept a promise to return to the historic Wickford Village in North Kingstown, Rhode Island. After visiting back in early September, we knew we wanted to experience the village during the holiday season—and it did not disappoint.
Stepping into Wickford felt like walking through the pages of a living book, the air alive with an energy that whispered stories from another era.
Even though the cobblestone streets have long been paved over, I could almost hear the soft footsteps blending with the clip-clop of imagined horse-drawn carriages. The scent of woodsmoke lingered in the crisp night air, swirling around us like the curled edges of an ancient manuscript, as if we were simply another sentence in its ongoing story.
“The past is never dead. It’s not even past.”
William Faulkner
Lining both sides of the streets were historic homes, standing as silent guardians of another moment in time. Yet on this evening, in this moment, we were not merely visitors—we were graciously allowed to become part of a story still unfolding.
Learn more about Wickford’s history here!
Time as a Companion
Time has a remarkable way of lingering in places like Wickford, leaving us with the sensation that history is not something distant but something present—woven into the quiet details of our surroundings.
Whenever I visit a historic site or even a museum exhibit, I try to gather as much creative energy as I can, often feeling connected to the spirits of those who came before me—the scholars, the dreamers, the creators who left their mark.
In Wickford, on this particular night, time didn’t feel like a force confined to the past. It felt more like a companion—walking quietly beside us, lingering at the edges of every street corner, dancing with the candlelight in the windows. It was as though the village itself whispered reminders of how special it is to be part of a story that spans generations, a creative spirit that never truly fades.
“We do not remember days, we remember moments.”
Cesare Pavese
Moments That Matter
The entire evening consisted of just under two hours of travel—approximately seventy-two miles round trip. Our quiet walk through the village lasted no more than sixteen to eighteen minutes.
Yet, the memory of that walk, of linking our steps with those who began similar journeys nearly 400 years ago, will last a lifetime. A true testament to how much moments matter.
Talk soon…
G