There is a certain way that people leave the beach on Labor Day. They drag the soft top behind them. The walk is slow and difficult. The beach chair is on its last leg. It is the ultimate schlep. It’s bitter to many. It’s sweet to some. And for locals, it’s bittersweet.

As if on cue, Monday gave us our first true sweatshirt weather in months. It’s as if after the humid, rowdy summer, nature blows away the chaos. We throw on a sweatshirt and pedal a bicycle unimpeded down the empty streets.