Cape Kennedy, Florida
12 July 2001

"Ten nine eight seven six five four...main engine ignition..."

The pale white shuttle gleamed under orange strobes as sparklers burnt off any excess gas under the engines.

At five miles distance, the spacecraft, with its white booster rockets and orange fuel tank, looked like a child's toy sitting alongside a erector set.

A voluminous billowing of grey-white smoke, glowing orange in places, rose up and swallowed the scene.

"three two one...we have LIFTOFF!"

Scattered clapping around me, one collective intake of breath as the black-pointed nose poked out from the cotton balls of smoke. Rising in slow motion, upon a pillar of orange white flame, the Atlantis stretched away from the launch pad, surging up on a single white leg of fire and smoke. I dropped my binoculars and took in the brilliant fireball rising into the early morning sky. Thin cirrus clouds glowed incandescent, pulsing like a fluorescent light being turned on; the horizon shone and long shadows danced across the water.

Yet the night remained otherwise silent, un-breathing, unmoving; like a dreamy vision.

Suddenly, a thunderous boom swept across the dark lagoon and grasslands, engulfing the crowd on the causeway. A collective hue and cry rose up, we shouted with exhilaration, joy, and triumph. I heard myself cheering, laughing and crying. Our sounds lost themselves in the rumbling crescendo which shook the air around us.