As I drove north along Hard Road in Powell, Ohio, the sky suddenly pulled my gaze upward—and there it was: a dark, cigar-shaped object cutting swiftly through the morning air. At first, I thought it was a blimp, but its speed shattered that illusion; no ordinary blimp could move so fast. The object, compact and stout, almost like a small fat cigar, held a deep brown, almost shadowy hue that contrasted starkly against the lightening sky.
It all happened quickly—just as I stopped at the red light preparing to turn right, this strange voyager appeared. In less than three minutes, it darted across the sky, too fast to keep sight of after the trees cleared my view.
The experience felt surreal, like a fleeting glimpse into an enigma stitched into our everyday farm and city skylines. In that moment, I hoped to witness others reporting similar sightings, a sign that this was not just a trick of light or an isolated oddity. Whether a secret craft or something beyond our understanding, that small cigar-shaped speedster will linger in my mind—and the skies of Powell—long after it vanished.