The temperature was 68 degrees, and the sun, nowhere to be seen.
It didn't stop people from being out and about, and it didn't stop the beach from being the beach.
We managed to keep my flip-flops from floating off to Florida. The sweatshirt did eventually come off and swimming did finally happen.
And we ate good food!
(And, to be honest, some bad food - one cannot be on a boardwalk for six hours without eating a few fried goodies LOL.)
We had our hair styled bye the salt wind. (Mine never quite comes out this well.)
And we found peace.