The Little Cottage

Our cottage, with its front door hidden in the woods and lifted up on a bluff, looked out from every possible room to the water. It was about 200 steps down an old wooden staircase to the beach. The drive up went through woods, along curving rudded dirt roads edged with tall pines and overhanging maples. Why is it that our attention is so drawn completely to water? And I had known since I was a child,. It came in the summers and the autumns, but rarely in cold weather.