I'm a Passenger Memory

Flying. About 100 to 200 feet above a train that is snaking it's way through the forested hillsides that bank a river that curves through a heavily forested terrain. It looks very green down there. I feel like this something I commonly saw behind the lines back in Germany. Looking out at a distance it appears that the landscape continues for many miles. It is very beautiful. I don't see any boats on the river. The water seems to have a milky greenish tint to it. It seems very odd. I'm flying with someone. I'm the passenger. I'm in the back seat. The plane is a light tan yellow color. I think of honey colored wood.

The sky is clear but hazy in the distance where we are going. It appears to be midday by the location of the sun. I'm caught between wanting to fall asleep and rest in the plane and that constant need to look around. I get the impression that I'm very tired but can't relax enough to rest any. I get the impression that the flight is really long because I can't get past this point in the memory.