
I worked all night on August eleventh 2005; the last pier-footing was poured full of concrete in a long span of around 30 hours. I wasn't used to the hours, and six pm to six am is difficult until you've done it for several days in a row. I like the money though; time and a half all night. I parked my truck in the dusty parking lot and walked down to the dock around 5:30. The sun was still up, but was headed down and getting ready for twilight.

It's softer and mellower at night.
Everyone knows that it will be a long time before the sun circles around the Earth to the other side of the horizon. In the middle of the night it can feel like the sun has been down for a week.

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