One crisp autumn afternoon near Bozeman, Montana, I found myself driving west on I-90, roughly a few miles past Manhattan. It was late in the day, around 4:45 PM on October 15, 2013, and the sky held a strange secret. To my west, just about five to ten degrees off due west and slightly elevated—somewhere fifteen to twenty degrees above the horizon—a piercing light hovered without a flicker or movement.
Its brightness was uncanny; it outshone the sun itself, though it wasn’t large enough to obscure the sun’s glow completely. This eerie illumination remained immobile in the vast expanse of sky, stark against the fading daylight, as if suspended beyond our atmosphere. I watched it for two full minutes, the light slowly dimming as I continued along my journey, never once shifting its position.
No trails, no flickering, just a steady, glowing presence that felt otherworldly. This experience left me with questions, tinged with a mix of awe and unease, as the brilliant light silently dominated the distant sky.