Waking Up one Morning at a Time

At first, everything was quiet for a time. People chatted, children counted down.


Then, there was a pop, and everyone went silent. Eyes on the skies.


The air crackled and suddenly we felt our lungs explode.


Bright lights and crackling fire.


Firepower not seen since the second world war.


Still awestruck audience.


Broad explosions to clear the mind.


And there it was, as we watched.


The End.
Fireworks, folks. They're my specialty when it comes to hobby photos.