Close your eyes and you can hear it: the rhythmic rush of waves against the shoreline, a seagull singing in the distance, and the wind urging you closer to the water. You can feel it, too: gritty sand between your toes, the change in texture as you near the edge. It may seem drab in these colder months compared to the vibrancy of summer, but it’s Big Red’s moment to shine off in the distance. The old lighthouse is a pop of color against a cloudy sky. You’ve been here many summers before, and yet, it’s like it’s the first time all over again.