It was on day three, hiking out into the mountainous scrublands and already sweaty from exertion, when he felt it: a rumbling.
Then he saw it: plumes of white clouds, billowing from the horizon off in the distance– no, not clouds… smoke, he realized, watching as a trail rapidly ascended.
Then he heard it: a deep roar, loud and imminent as the rocket screamed through the atmosphere.
Lovely colors and brushwork! Really establishes the scene