Amagansett

Amagansett is ten times as beautiful as I remembered it. Perhaps it's just the length of my absence that made me forget why it is people come here. Perhaps because I haven't been here, now everything seems refreshed and new again.

For those of you who don't know, Amagansett is out at the end of Long Island, New York, just past East Hampton. My grandparents have a house out here. It was built by the hands of my great-grandparents along with their children, which includes my grandfather.

The house sits atop a hill, the highest point of the property, as to get the most sun in the winter and the most breeze in the summer. The gravel driveway meanders through the lush trees up to the house. The weathered wood siding ages with the trees.