We were high above fields, and there far, far below was a small shadow as of a great bird tearing along the neatly marked-off fields. It gave me the most tremendous shock to realize for the first time the terrific speed we were going at and that that shadow meant us - us, like a mirror! That ``bird'' - it was us. We were over the city now; it looked like a doll's model. The sun gleamed on the gold wings of that great statue in the square. How tiny it looked! The small drops of shadow circling the haystacks in the fields. The fields looked like a braided cloth ... The others were in back, far away. It was too Pullman-carish back there. Here, in front, we shut out the whole world. We were close against the sky - we were flying!