In this wild place tucked between the mountains and the sea, where the fog rolls in like a lazy wanderer, and the trees breathe stories of old, sits 538 Tamalpais Drive. It's not just a home, it's a sanctuary. The wood floors creak underfoot like the sound of journeys begun, like someone's calling you to wander yet with a quiet whisper to stay. A fireplace that'll warm you, yes, but more than that spark your soul, like a long-forgotten poem. Look out those windows, those wide open eyes to the world: the sun-dappled hills, the tangled greenery of redwoods stretching high and wild, climbing to meet the heavens like silent witnesses to everything that matters. The space is made for the art of living, where thoughts wander and dreams bloom, where the beat of life happens over meals, and stories unfold. 538 Tamalpais Drive isn't just a place, it's a call to the road less traveled, the path that leads to your own wild heart. It's got a rhythm, a beat to its bones just waiting for someone to pick up the tune.