Eventually, even in Florida, Summer has to end. The surfers are fewer and fewer, those willing to brave the water donning wet-suits. Some residents will grab a sweatshirt and chair, sit in the cool air and read a book. Snowbirds will be out collecting shells. All the beach bods have packed it in until the weather warms up again. The beach becomes an isolated place except for the religious beach walkers. Summer eventually ends in Florida as it does all over the world. It doesn’t have to mean the ocean and beach disappears; only the activities change.