our first morning in the beach house was spent like most mornings at home. you slept straight through it. normally you would sleep the entire day away. but like magic the light in this house woke you and persuaded you to look around and see the beauty of this place. this place that each of your siblings have come to every summer of their lives. this place that your father and his siblings have enjoyed year after year. this place that your grandmother and her siblings have visited all of their lives. and now you get to finally open your eyes and witness its charm too.