The house at 223 Bank sits quiet under the trees. It is a good street. A solid street. The kind of place where you know your neighbor and walk to the village when the air is cool and the light is good.Sewickley, sweet water, a fitting name. A town built on strong ground and steady hands. The river runs close. Mornings smell of fresh bread and coffee. Evenings are soft, with lights in the shop windows and footsteps on brick sidewalks.The house is strong. It was built well. The rooms hold the afternoon sun just right, and when the evening comes, the light falls soft across the floors. You can sit by the window with a drink in your hand and listen to the sound of the world outside—distant laughter, the hum of a slow-moving car, the rustle of leaves.It is a house for living. A house for quiet mornings and long nights. A place to be. A place to stay.