On the quiet night of December 24th, 2004, just around 11:00 PM, my two brother-in-laws and I found ourselves outside on the back patio of our Monterrey home, when something extraordinary caught our eyes. High above, a jet-shaped object moved steadily from west to east, glowing with an eerie orange hue that held our attention firmly.
At first, it seemed no more than a jumbo jet cruising the skies. Positioned roughly at the 2:00 mark from where we stood, it mimicked the flight path and form of a common aircraft. Soon, however, several details unraveled that initial impression.
For starters, the object’s underside—the entire body and wings—emitted a faint but distinct orange glow. Unlike typical aircraft, it bore no flashing red or green wingtip lights that pilots use for navigation and safety. Its altitude was astonishing: soaring well above what any commercial plane achieves, estimated beyond 70,000 feet, an unusual ceiling for standard aviation. Moreover, its speed was mesmerizing, racing across the entire canopy of stars in just 45 seconds.
The shape resembled a cross or perhaps the silhouette of a space shuttle during re-entry, its fiery orange aura casting a haze that seemed almost otherworldly. Yet, this was no shuttle. No known craft or plane that we are familiar with moves or lights up in this manner.
For those fascinated by aerial mysteries and the unknown, this sighting in Monterrey delivers a classic yet unparalleled enigma in the skies. An orange cross-shaped glow darting silently across a silent midnight canvas, it left an imprint on our minds that night — a riddle hanging in the vast expanse above, challenging what we understand about what flies beyond our reach.