About 354 62nd Street
Four minutes and fifty-eight seconds. That's how long the walk is from your front door to the sand. Whether it's a steaming cup of coffee in your hand or a surfboard under your arm, the intention is the same- getting to the place where you can see the waves crash, smell the salt in the air, and feel the spray on your face. Because you livehere, you're there in less than five minutes. The home lives up to the walk, and then some. Unpretentious by design, and better for it- built for sandy feet, impromptu BBQs, and drinks on the back patio on a Tuesday, just because. It has the kind of beachy details that give you a real sense of place- a split Dutch front door, a side walkway ready for an outdoor shower- married with enough open canvas for you to make it genuinely yours. Not an overwhelming project. A chance to build something you've been thinking about for a long time. Inside, the living and dining rooms are generous and easy, the kind of spaces that fill up naturally on a Friday night and quiet down just as easily on a Sunday morning. A pass-through fireplace casts a warm glow on both rooms at once, and the glass doors at the back open onto the canal-front patio, where you will, without question, spend most of your time. Neighbors drift past on stand-up paddle-boards. Families of ducks move in their unhurried zigzag across the water. It is, in the best possible way, a front-row seat to nothing important- and everything good. Upstairs, the primary suite commands its own attention. A private library, a sitting area, and a balcony that looks directly out over the canal- it's
