McMURDO STATION, ANTARCTICA
Each morning I wake from a restless sleep, kept awake by the wind howling at my window all night, and stumble out of bed into the cold dark night. As I step out the front door of my dorm, I inhale the sharp cold and join the shadows moving towards the galley for breakfast. I love the darkness. Somehow the world seems quieter and more still in wrapped in the blanket of night. I will miss it dearly when it disappears for good. When I first arrived here two weeks ago, we would arrive at work and wait for the light, often not until 10 am, to do certain outdoor tasks. Now, as I walk to work at 7:30, the sun is already rising, the lavender bleeding up over the hills.
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