Summer stopped being summer for me long ago.  Summer meant going to work in a warmer environment, but not necessary anything associated with summer.  I was OK with that.   Be an adult meant no more of the kind of childhood summers I had, spent at the beach, going outside, generally having a good time.

Somehow this summer, I went to the beach a lot.  And managed to remain an adult.  Its a miracle.  Let’s see some photos: