It was an evening that etched itself deeply into the recesses of my mind, even if the details blur with time. I had stepped out to retrieve something from my car when I noticed something extraordinary—five or six golden disks arranged perfectly in a circle, hovering silently overhead in the sky of Great River, New York. Their mere presence was both mesmerizing and uncanny.
The disks weren’t far above me; their glow cast an otherworldly light that twilight could not diminish. I stood frozen, caught in a wave of shock and reverence that lingered long after the crafts vanished. In my astonishment, I rushed inside to gather others, hoping to share this rare spectacle. But by the time we returned outside, the golden circle had disappeared as mysteriously as it had arrived.
What added to the surreal nature of that night was the sight of police cars a short distance away, as though the local authorities were responding to an event beyond ordinary comprehension.
That moment, suspended between disbelief and wonder, remains locked in my memory—a haunting yet beautiful enigma. Though I cannot claim a perfect recollection, the image of those golden disks, silently circling above, will forever hold me in silent awe.