Lothar at my Desk Memory

It is morning. I am at one of the airfields. I am in one of the office huts. The sun is shining through brightly and the sky is clear. It will be a great day for flying. Lothar is sitting at my desk writing a letter. I walk over to the window next to my desk and look outside. I'm in a good mood, and I'm excited about the prospects of the days potential for success. This is the same airfield where the snow was falling. There is no snow out there now. The ground is clear. It is sunny but chilly out. Lothar remains busy writing his letter while I contemplate the day.