Every day I go to work on say a Tuesday, and exactly half and hour later it is Wednesday. I get confused about the day, the date, the time of day, but every day, no matter what, I go outside for my morning cigarette and watch the pink rise from out behind the mountains. I love that time of day and the only reason I get to see it now is because I work graveyard. Irony, weird hours but make my life easier in so many ways. Equilibrium at its finest. There are a few bad things about nights but the good so out ways the bad. I love my job and my morning cigarette and I feel blessed to be witness to the beginning of a new day.
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