It is too bright anyways.

4 AM came in the same way that one realizes a limb has fallen completely asleep, it all just stopped working. Our ceiling fan slowed, the IPad turned on to say it was done charging, and a blanket of quiet smothered us like a fresh snow storm. The previous day on my walk to work I actually was pondering how I and my work would respond to a complete black out at the time when I should be shaving my face for my incoming clients. I texted my manger that I was going to be late because the possibilities  of showering and shaving in the pitch black and being on time were negligible. The genius of it all was that Steph and I were finally on the same schedule, so I sacrificed what hot water we had left to Steph and showed up to work a half an hour late. What transpired upon arrival is why I have reservations of going to Alaska; I sat on the curb and hung out with my coworkers for an hour and a half while management tried to figure out what to do with us while no form of security existed on the interior of the building. And I absolutely love my coworkers, Steph loves hers too. I don't think we will ever meet a greater group of people in such a stressed out crazy environment, and they will not be coming with us North. As for the power, the entire island had no current because of a construction project severing a line and power was restored by seven AM. The entire incident was forgotten two days later, except we still mention the stars which made their appearance in this unnaturally bright tiny town.