On the evening of March 28th, 2004, as dusk settled over Renton, Washington, I found myself walking along the Cedar River trail, a quiet solitude broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves. As I crossed the softball field at the Renton community center, my attention was suddenly drawn to two lights hanging motionless in the northern sky. Their colors and brightness resembled that of Jupiter, but their placement and behavior were anything but celestial comfort. They were stacked vertically, separated by about one or two degrees, positioned just east and below Polaris, the North Star.
I stared for fifteen seconds or so, trying to comprehend this uncanny sight. Suddenly, the lower light began to dim, disappearing in a matter of seconds, followed closely by the upper light. Their disappearance was as unnatural as their presence — no flicker of movement, no flare or aircraft lights that I have ever witnessed could explain it.
The stillness of these twin orbs, their striking luminosity, and their smooth vanishing act left an indelible mark on my memory. They defied conventional explanation, sparking questions deep within—a haunting reminder of the mysteries that still linger in our skies. Did anyone else witness this enigmatic spectacle that night?