I don't feel well.
The sunset is my favorite time of the day. In the summer, I'm usually driving home from work by then, which means that I can roll down the window and enjoy the subsiding heat or encroaching Autumn breeze. Nothing can substitute the sunset in California, for me. It's probably pretty clear that I'm attached to this land. Having the experience of being involuntarily moved to another continent, where no one understands the true place that one comes from has the tendency to place value and pride on a person's origins.