The Yellow Submarine.

Sometimes, all you need is a pinch of warm, beautiful punch.
We all live in a yellow submarine. ... We all live in a yellow submarine. The song I sometimes listen to resonates with me when I think about how far I have come, or maybe it's in my head to be able to comfort myself. One can have different feelings about a new place, but we all are the same in what we feel, or are we not? You're trying to fit in, trying to get things sorted...learning new skills...but we all lived in a yellow submarine...escaping from what exists and living for what you see for yourself. Sometimes you live, sometimes you think to live, and sometimes you really do....
It's the sunset, not a yellow submarine...

Sunset is my escape...
There's nothing like going to see a sunset, not as an escape from what a day could have brought in life. But, it is the other way for me, a time for a night owl. In that sense, a feeling of sunrise is just like it has begun your time to be alone and see for yourself.
It normalizes my mind, fills me in the space, and gives me a direction to conquer for myself. This is a practice, a dedication. I want to put myself into a challenge for myself and not with another one.

Sunsets are beautiful on their own. One can't stop being a poet or a philosopher when nature creates a beautiful canvas right in front of you. It's your escape, not from time, but from place, to ask questions and let nature tell you the answers. When I see it engulfed in the cloud, and birds fly around, I see it as a warm good-bye for the day. Isn't it philosophical? Haha

And all your day was intertwined in the clouds; it wrapped all your emotions, and you sent it to the sun with love. As a childish wonder, I would feel all the energy that we are connected to in space come into a greater position when sunsets, an end to a connection for the whole day, still bring a new energy the next morning.
Isn't that beautiful?