I tend to get depressed at 5pm+ and I hate to see the sun go under. Because back in the day (the sun goes under at 5pm here in winter) it meant around that time my mother would be drunk again. She would cry, get anger bursts and colorfully cursed at everything without direct reason. I longed so hard for the morning because she would finally be sober and she would be the sweetest and most loving mother on Earth. And so my best time of the day is in the morning.