Flying Memory

Flying. The sky is clear and blue. I'm flying eastward. The ground below looks green. I'm going away from the front. There are no other planes in the air. I'm in a good spirits. Flying makes me happy. I see a train snaking it's way below. The ground looks like a model train set. It must be spring or summer. Everything looks so green and lively. The ground is beautiful and filled with forest growth. It is morning hours. I'm flying a biplane, which is painted red. Probably an Albatros. I'm not sure where or why I'm going, but it is a welcome diversion. I don't mind being alone in the sky because I can enjoy flying.

I can see a haze over a city off to the south. I think I am becoming disoriented about direction. The time is about 10 or 11 in the morning. I'm heading towards the city. The city has old tall grey buildings. A tall reddish brown brick church. I fly around the city once to orient for a landing strip. I circle around to the right, and I land at a small airfield.