Last November everyone disappeared. We had no neighbors. Did the suspicion of winter frightened everyone away?
Robert Louis Stevenson notes:
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
This was the advent of something new … and we were ready!
Traveling Tortuga 
How peaceful it must have been.
It was! Listening to the birds, watching the occasional boats motor by, soaking up the warmth was a glorious way to relax and refresh!