I was on a regular routine. Of waking up to a certain feeling of light. A little before 8, right between astronomical and nautical twilight in Unalaska. The sun is sitting about 12 to 18 degrees below the horizon. Certainly my husband’s banging around with the coffee in the morning was always my first alarm. Way before the butt crack of dawn, but I could readily go back to sleep, somehow, with him grinding coffee beans and banging, literally, the grinder on the counter top to get the fine grounds out of the lid. So with the spring forward yesterday, it was totally disconcerting to wake up to very dark again. In fact, this morning, it certainly wasn’t the nautical twilight waking me up, but my grandson, who is on spring break this week, saying “Grandma. I’m here.”
Yesterday morning I remember saying to myself oh my god, how can I survive going back into the dark. Then I go outside at 9:20 pm last evening and snap this photo of the view from the end of my driveway. What am I complaining about? I’m making up the light at the other end of the clock.
Unalaska From My Point of View 
I have a friend who sometimes works at the Safeway store down there and he is always inviting me to visit. You photograph is icing on the cake for reasons to visit. I also know what you mean about being used to certain light at certain times… Now the mornings here at the cabin are coming earlier and earlier and the nights later, and soon there will be almost no difference.
It is gorgeous here. You just have to get used to seeing views like this, and then have a little block of number one fishing port in the USA every once in a while. It blends in well, lol.