Where Presence Begins

She sits at the edge of the porch, hands around her coffee, the forest breathing in front of her. The house, glass and wood and air, was built for this — the pause between solitude and belonging.

We don’t build escapes. We build returns — to slowness, to connection, to self. Every wall, every window, every view is a quiet invitation: to see, to feel, to be.

The Habitat: where being present feels like coming home.