Honor Bound

He envisioned he was in a dirigible high over the rough mountains drifting soundlessly over a dreamscape far below. Blue sky. No fog. What's more, a wondrous feeling of weightlessness. He endeavored to find where he was. America or Canada. Denver or Banff. Regardless of how tricky he tried, however, he couldn't understand it. Lower regions were mountains. Streams were blue veins. Anything looked like everything else. His aircraft got a headwind and both took upward until the earth underneath him was only a mass of tangled grounds, seas, and fogs. Green and blue. What's more, white. Stacks of white.