When people describe the ephemeral scene of monarch butterflies flitting across the dunes to half-full, humidity-freebeaches and blue tropical swell traveling from thousands of miles away to be groomed by the offshore winds of a passing front, they’re not making this stuff up. Granted, this year, it’s been tiny slop instead of marching groundswell and a billion blackflies instead of monarchs, but you get the idea.

Of course, there’s the massive change in the dynamics of the Island when the summer folks part, but it’s kickoff time…