goodbye summer twenty sixteen

We are time travelers, one woman said wistfully. As if. 

It's the end of the year. The end of this adventure. 

I boarded a night flight New Year's Eve in Fiji. Nine hours later in LA, it's still New Year's Eve. (The flight attendants, wearing sparkly garlands, did a countdown at midnight Fiji/New Zealand time.) 

Second summer has ended. See you again in June. 

(Happy New Year!)