The whisper of dune grasses.
The faint cry of gulls.
The hiss of waves.
In the New England beach town of Stony Point, theres an undeniable hush.
Maybe its because the summer people have left and many of the coastal cottages are shuttered for the season.
Or maybe its just because one tenacious lobstermans stay is coming to a close.
Regardless, theres a stillness in the salt air. But dont be fooled—all is not at ease.
