The country road seemed endless
And the clock was unbearably slow
So I watched the sunset instead

It appeared behind the horizon
Framing the hills with
streaks of orange and gold

Each tree stood out sharply
Like it was painted with tiny
brushstrokes dipped in ink

Just above the trees the sky turned
to a light green
then faded to blues and purples

And I will never be able to explain
how the green blended so flawlessly
into the orange

But at one point I caught sight of six birds
flying in a crooked line across the sky
Each black wing outlined in gold

And I was stricken
Because no matter how fast I drive
I will never be free like them