Jacob Robertson

There is something special about getting up early to catch a flight to a far-off place or to drive the backroads of America as the sun slowly climbs over the horizon. The air feels fresher, the world quieter, as though it is holding its breath and waiting for the day to begin. Travel always carries its own kind of magic, but it becomes even more appealing to me as summer turns to autumn.

Perhaps it’s because the change in season stirs something deeper than the shift in temperature or a change in wardrobe. The light softens, the days shorten, and the air carries both a crispness and a calm. It feels as though the world itself is in motion, leaning forward into something new. The trees transform, the fields ripen, and in that transformation I sense an invitation— to set out, to see, to experience.

Autumn travel feels like stepping into a story already in progress. The season reminds me that adventure isn’t always found in distant destinations but often in the morning mist that settles on the road ahead or in the warm glow of a town’s streetlights as dusk arrives earlier each day. The Artist is endlessly creative—no two days are ever the same. Even as the same four seasons return year after year, each one carries its own unique colors, textures, and surprises.

Change is always just around the corner, and that in itself is exciting. Autumn seems to heighten that truth, amplifying the beauty of the unknown. Adventure may be waiting in the distance, or it may already be present—woven into the very moment before us.