Sit still without a drink or device in your hand and gaze out at the Elysian vision of pond and fields, sky and trees while a cool breeze caresses your face. You will be transported back to the halcyon days of a youth without care or time, where day flows into night without urgency or need. The sounds of gulls, the call of the osprey, the hoot of the owl at night, the cry of they hawk, the knock of the Downy woodpecker, the meow of the catbird, the. mournful coo of the Mourning Dove, the far-away graceless honk of the most graceful swan, the thrum of the hummingbird wing: these will be the sounds that accompany your stillness, your gaze, your repose. If your luck holds, you will the pair of Great Blue Herons flying toward their nest. As time slows, as beauty surrounds you, you will feel gratitude to Carrie and to nature for providing this place of peace, calm, and convenience. The cottage is thoughtfully appointed, better than any I've been to in Little Compton: details such as an extra tooth brush, plenty of laundry detergent, and natural unguents for itch relief are all provided. You will have spices and basic cooking materials, every pot or pan you could need, appliances for every dish, and will be in need of no kitchen tool. There is a drink fridge and a laundry sink. There is a spare hair dryer, and even a printer should you need one, but I hope you do not. All furniture, pillows, towels, sheets, are comfortable and in keeping with the humble beach cottage aesthetic. The mattresses on four out of five of the beds respond to remotes that raise or lower your head or feet. State of the art televisions are in three rooms. The attic is tranquil, spacious, cool, and charmingly furnished with two double beds and plenty of closet space; a great place to daydream and sleep deep. Two bathrooms are thoughtfully provided: one upstairs, one down. Showering while gazing at a lovely ancient holly tree and smelling the wild mint growing out of the rock is only part of the treat of liberating yourself from salt, sand and sweat in a warm sweet water rinse of the outdoor shower stall. In the morning that ocean breeze picks up the coolness as it glides toward the house. You will stir your eyes open as you feel it brush through your bedroom window, you will raise your lids to the misty dawn and see the sun burnishing gold leaf across the surface of the pond and you will say to yourself: I do not need an air conditioner, this air has lightened my condition to all I have needed. We found it just to our desires: after a hectic New York City third pandemic year, our souls unwound in paradise. Some say it: "rustic"; we say it: "perfect".