The streets of town were nearly deserted, except near the little movie cinema with it's one screen. People were scurrying from car to theatre, their hats and coats covered in snowflakes. The steeple of the church just beyond the theatre was nearly hidden by the falling snow.
In the summer, children throw their lines in from the boardwalks and fishermen stand in the water in their tall green waders. But late in January, only the mallard ducks get in the cold clear water.