It was a steep sloping site. The hillside crawled down to the lake below. It was heavily wooded to the east, northeast, and southeast. Off to the west, in the distance, snow capped mountain peeks protruded above the treeline and were reflected on the shimmering lake surface. The land was rocky and covered with stone slabs that broke off into smaller boulders scattered along the hill.
Aldo paced around the lot, taking in the views as they stole his breath. It was an incredible place.
“What do you think?” Jonas asked after giving Aldo some time to take it in.
“Absolutely beautiful,” Aldo replied, “I love it.”
“Good, because I want you to design a lake house for me here.”
Aldo looked at Jonas, then looked at his surroundings. At first, he felt a pain deep down inside at the thought of disturbing that pristine landscape. As he walked around more, the pain slowly transitioned to elation, excitement at being the one to place something in that setting. Something that could be respectful of the land, gently touching down on the ground and delicately integrated with the setting. It wouldn’t necessarily need to disturb the area at all, he concluded but could hold a symbiotic relationship with the land. It could add to the site and let it become more. Aldo returned to Jonas and agreed to take on the project.
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