I find myself fascinated by the supernatural, aliens, and the cultures surrounding them. But never in my life, until this weekend, had I experienced a convincing UFO sighting myself.
Friday night around 10:45 a friend and I were driving down 13th street heading East when he says, "Do you see that orange light?"
"Yes," I say to him, unimpressed. "It's a plane."
"Pull over."
"I am not pulling over to look at a plane."
"Pull. Over."
So I pull over and we get out of the car. At this point we're standing on 13th and Hilyard looking almost directly North, just a tiny bit NNW. There's a bright orange point of light in the sky about halfway between the horizon and zenith. And it's moving, so it's not Jupiter or Venus, but it's moving more slowly than you usually see a plane move. Then again, direction and speed are subject to a lot of illusion at that distance. A plane high in the sky headed directly towards or away from you appears stationary, a plane near the horizon moving directly towards you appears to shoot straight up. So, yeah, I'm still thinking it's a plane.
"Have you ever seen a plane that color?" J asks me. "And planes are supposed to have flashing lights on them."
"Well, maybe it's a satellite." I'm still unimpressed.
We watched it for maybe three or four minutes. Then the orange light starts to blink a little bit. Moving behind some clouds, I think, though at this point I am pushing the bounds of skepticism. Friday was beautiful and clear.
And THEN....
1... 2... 3 points of light separate from this original orange light and start slowly falling towards the horizon. The original point of light disappears entirely and then the three others fall behind the trees and out of our field of vision.
And we both start freaking out, drawing some quizzical looks from other people on the street. And then we called our friends and convinced them we were insane.
Did anyone else see this or have any idea what it might have been? I'm completely dumbfounded.
