Sure, today started out iffy.
But by early afternoon, the sun came out. Clouds skittered away. With the temperature in the mid-80s, it was perfect beach weather.
You wouldn’t know it at Compo though. From one jetty to the other, the sand was empty.
On South Beach, picnic tables and grills that last year were as hard to snag as Harvard admissions, begged for action.
Even Hillspoint Road — usually chock-a-block with non-sticker folks who park (way past the limit), then walk to Compo or (even closer) Old Mill Beach — looked as lonesome as North Dakota.
Is anybody here? Anyone?
Or is Westport traveling through another dimension, not only of sight and sound but of mind …
