every window frames the Atlantic and every material must answer to both beauty and endurance. Here, where humidity and light conspire to test lesser woods, Black Limba's tendency to darken with age becomes not a liability but a gift—the grey to nearly black veins threading through golden brown heartwood deepen into something more storied with each passing season, much as the beach town itself layers new character over its familiar bones. The sapwood's pale greyish to yellowish brown tones, never sharply demarcated from the heartwood, allow designers to use full-sheet panels without the jarring transitions that interrupt the meditative calm these coastal interiors demand. It is precisely this seamless gradation, this wood that whispers rather than shouts, that will follow the veneer westward across the plains to the high desert light of Reno, where
