Summer is over (as indicated by the title). I don’t care what your calendar may have said. I don’t care what equinoxes and sulstices indicate. I don’t care what an especially intuitive groundhog has to say about it. I don’t even consider what Miss Cleo told you last night on the phone for $2.99/hour.
When I got up to go surfing this morning it was the kind of cold that make one shudder. The wind was so blustery that giant palm fronds and monkey balls constantly baraged my truck. The water temperature was warmer than the air temperature and the wind chill made my ears feel like they were going to pop off. So, using the scientific process I learned in 5th grade, I’ve have single-handedly determined that summer is over and it is now fall.