Dawned On Me

Every night is a test
To the east or the west
The sun rises and sets
That's the sun at its best

Another weekend on the nightshift, bed at 5.30, up at 10, bed at 12:30, up at 4.30, my head was spinning a bit. But the day started and finished with a view of the sun, which was all I could be bothered blipping.

On this day, these lyrics appear to be written for me.