I've seen sunsets thousands of times. In different countries, on trains, from beaches, from minibus windows, from balconies. But every time something inside freezes, as if I'm little again and see for the first time how the sky can be alive.

A sunset is not just a beautiful sky. It's a feeling. As if someone took your tiredness from the day and painted it pink, orange and gold. And you watch it slowly fade away. As the day goes away. As the evening whispers: "You did it."

I've noticed that sunsets make me kinder. They muffle the noise of thoughts, as if the world falls silent for a second to show you: everything will pass. Both good and bad — everything changes. Like a color on the horizon. The main thing is not to turn away.

Sometimes I just stop on the road, take out my phone and take a picture. Although I know that no photo will convey the smell of the air, the silence in my chest and the trembling in my knees. It is impossible to preserve it - only to live through it.

Sometimes the sunset catches me by surprise. I am walking home, thoughtful, with a heaviness in my head, and suddenly - the whole sky is on fire. And I can't help but smile. It is like a reminder from the world: "Look, you are not alone." Someone, somewhere - is also looking up now, silent, breathing and feeling the same.

Sometimes I take a blanket with me, sit by the window and just watch. Silently. Without thoughts. Only feelings. Sometimes - I put on music, the same one that makes my skin crawl. And it is as if the sky hears - plays with my mood, repaints itself according to the notes.

Sunsets for me are like a promise that tomorrow will be another chance. A new day. A new me. Maybe a little quieter, maybe with different thoughts. But still — me.

I often think: maybe this is what a day is for? To have time to get tired, to live, to feel — and to meet the sunset. To see how beautifully everything unnecessary goes away.