People blanketed the field as they all waited to see the
mass ascension. The green of the grass became invisible under the sea of blue,
brown, and red patches as the crowds wandered about. Safely off the field, Jeff
sat in one of the chairs, poured the coffee into his cup. People were scurrying
around the billowing fabric like ants. The colors of their jackets muted by the
vibrant yellows, oranges, and reds seen on so many of the balloons. The phewooo sound of the propane burners
drowned out the sounds of thousands of people talking as the giant pillows of
nylon in every imaginable color and pattern inflated.