Not-Morgan-Freeman

The sky was black. A beautiful dark canvas, ready to create an assortment of masterpieces. The people sat on the seaside, kneeled on rocks, cross legged on the floor, climbing up walls. Couples embraced one and other, sharing the anticipation together. Friends chatted excitedly, reminiscing and dreaming of the future. Even those who had arrived alone felt a surge of excitement and energy from the atmosphere. The beach was alive with chattering and laughing, and the air seemed to buzz with energy. Then with a small fizz, an overwhelming silence and a sensation of calm came across the crowd, as they watched the small solitary rocket make its wa