Morning light is over rated. Especially if sleeping is in order. Being this far north, you lose track of time. You wonder why you're tired so early and then realize the summer sun has had you up for sixteen hours.
I think winter and the light flipped to darkness would end me.
Awake at 3 AM and the sun is making it's mark. Only a few hours ago we watched the sunset filter through banks of clouds, fog, and curtains of rain over an angry North Sea. The sky painted blood red with remnants of the Second World war at it's feet.