The roar of the motor he had long ceased to hear.
Godlike he floated with wings outspread, straight into the sunset.
The sliding map below took on strange, beautiful colors of purple and gold and rose, with sometimes a wonderful blending of all.

Before him the sky was a gorgeous, piled radiance.

The earth colors changed, softened, deepened to a mysterious shadowy expanse, with here and there a brightness where the sun touched a hilltop.
"We better drop a little," Bland shouted.

"I gotta keep my bearings!" Swiftly the vague outlines sharpened.

Groves and groves and groves appeared beneath them.