Open Airfield Recon

Indoor corridors grew too confined. I slipped out through the cracked front door, navigating the concrete pavement alongside pedestrian foot traffic until reaching the nearby public park. The open grounds presented an expansive runway. I taxied up a fallen pine branch, using the incline to launch directly onto the flat wood slats of a green picnic bench. A sudden gust swept across the lawn, carrying crisp outdoor scents and loose dry leaves. I positioned my nose cone dead into the headwind, locked my landing gear against the timber grain, and held steady. Unbroken airspace spans ahead in all directions.