“An inhale caught in her throat at the sight awaiting her – the tops of autumn-brushed trees like a quilt of fall colors, giving way to sand and grass and water-edged rock. And then, the sea – turbulent and yet somehow tranquil, waves of cobalt and azure, frothy white at the edges. “If I lived in this house, I’d clean out this attic and turn it into a bedroom so I could wake up to this view every day.”
