warmth and restraint in equal measure. In Plano, where residential build-outs stretch across open floor plans bathed in that relentless Southern sun, the golden brown heartwood of Black Limba reads with a luminous depth that cooler Northern light would never reveal—those grey to nearly black veins catching and channeling the brightness rather than fighting it, turning what could be overwhelming glare into a study in contrast and subtlety. It is a market that understands scale, where a wall of veneer might run unbroken for twelve or fifteen feet, and the way Limba's sapwood refuses to clearly demarcate itself from the heartwood means those long panels hold together as a single visual statement rather than fracturing into competing zones of color. That seamless tonal drift from pale greyish-yellow into deep figured darkness is precisely the kind of material intelligence that carries forward as the conversation follows the coastline toward Ponte Vedra Beach, where salt air and