✨Let me take you there 🌿🍃✨ You’re driving with the windows down. Just you, the hum of tires over pavement, and the last golden spill of afternoon light. The GPS cuts out before you turn onto the winding drive. That’s the first clue. This place doesn’t want to be found by accident. At the end of a secluded cul-de-sac—no, three, knotted together like a secret handshake—it appears. A 1978 cedar-and-stone original, rising from the land as if summoned, not built. Not a house. An awakening. The front door opens like an invitation. You look up. Inside, the foyer celebrates light and volume. Vaulted wood ceilings stretch like cathedral spires. Walls of glass blur the line between nature and everything else. Trees whisper, sunlight dances and your heart lodges in your throat. You decide to go upstairs first. The original light fixture casts a golden glow over the Russel Wright dining table, a glimpse of the retro kitchen—Heath ceramic backsplash, gleaming. But first: the great room. A ...