Just a Short Flying Memory

In my plane flying. High altitude with many clouds. We are in formation looking for friends to play with. Blasting through the white clouds is fun but cold and damp. Everyone is staying in formation with me. I notice this when I look over my shoulder. I think I am flying with about four other members of my team. We are flying in an area between real high clouds that diffuse the sunlight and other that block our sight of the ground.