It was Friday and I was getting off work while there was light left in the sky. I had become so accustomed to leaving the office after sundown, the unusual sight made me pause on the balcony and stare at the colors that escaped the cover of dark clouds.

I thought about quoting Train's "When I Look To The Sky", but then I remembered a group I like better and a song that more closely suits my mood...

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me

I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me