On a quiet October night in Flint, Michigan, my wife and I were driving west on Richfield Road near the intersection with Genesee Road when our eyes caught a strange sight. At around 10:15 PM, a glowing orange sphere appeared in the sky, strange and silent against the darkness. Moments later, another identical orb followed, drifting silently eastward. Pulling out my phone, we started recording as more of these orange spheres materialized rapidly, appearing like silent sentinels moving across the horizon.
I quickly made a U-turn near Richfield Bowl Bowling Alley to follow their path eastwards and turned down Shamrock Drive. We weren’t alone in our fascination: I knocked on my brother’s door, and he, along with my nephew, joined us outside to witness the spectacle. For seven minutes, these orange spheres glided silently and steadily, sparking awe and deep questions in our minds. What were these glowing orbs? Their silent procession over Flint that night remains an enigmatic encounter—a mesmerizing glimpse into the unknown that left all of us spellbound.