and the flood elevation meets current codes.”
At the end of the dock, I stood watching a great blue heron stalk its lunch in the shallows, its patient focus emblematic of the unhurried rhythm of coastal life.
In that moment, I could envision mornings spent on this dock with coffee and a book, evenings watching spectacular sunsets across the water, nights listening to gentle lapping waves rather than suburban traffic.
“The owner is an elderly woman moving to assisted living,” Sandra explained as we returned to the cottage. “Her children
