It is a summer like no other.
Nature is at its peak.
Day after day the sun shines with short bouts of cooling rain.
Birds of every hue sing in the trees.
Hydrangea blossoms burst out of cottage gardens.
Sea and sky mirror each other, painted by the Artist's hand in brilliant shades of blue.
Yet a hush has fallen over this seaside village.
In summer's past, the sounds of summer by the sea reverberated throughout this jetty of three tiny streets.
Today, the sound of surf rushing over rocks is deafening because the inhabitants of this place are mute.
Tucked inside their cottages, they mostly seek sanctuary from the pestilence that has gripped even this obscure part of our world.
Down the hill at the town beach, bathers are social distancing six feet apart on this sweltering summer's day.
It is the summer of living separately.
