Sunsets have always carried a certain sadness for me. If it was raining, or if for any reason I had to stay home, all I wanted was to make myself a glass of tea, sit quietly, watch the world outside, and wait for night to arrive. After that, I'd do a few small and unimportant things, then simply go to sleep.
And if the weather was nice enough to go outside, I'd put my hands in my pockets, lower my head, stare at the ground, and just walk for as long as I could. Walk without thinking about anything at all. Somehow, with every step, it feels like the weight and pressure of the day slowly leave me. As if I'm setting all that heaviness down on the pavement before finally returning home lighter than before.
Sometimes sunsets create such a strange mood that all you want to do is stand by the window and watch the outside world. Watch people walking by, watch the traffic and movement of the streets, like an endless film playing quietly in front of you.
That's what sunsets are to me, comforting and heartbreaking at the same time. Beautiful, yet somehow still filled with sadness.