Here it comes, that sun again.

What time is it?

Nearly midnight, EST.

Say, that's so bright.

Visors down.

Reporting in: all panels tight.
Power's flowing. Heading home.

Looking good. Alright, begin.

Another sunset. Way too fast.

In this orbit, that won't last.

I miss mornings back on Earth.

I miss walking, for what it's worth.