On January 20, 2015, at approximately 3:33 PM in Puyallup, Washington, I witnessed an extraordinary aerial phenomenon that still lingers in my memory. Far off on the horizon, I saw a glowing triangular craft ascending steeply, its trail of vapor reminiscent of a rocket or missile launch. The craft’s movement was astonishing—swift and sharp, it executed near right-angle turns that no commercial or military aircraft could mimic.
As it approached overhead, it maintained a high altitude above wispy clouds, moving with astonishing speed and grace. Below it, a commercial airliner seemed dwarfed by its size, a wedge-shaped silhouette distinctly unlike any familiar fighter jets such as the F-22 or F-35. Its coloring and form were alien to me, more reminiscent of something from a SpaceX vision than conventional aerospace design.
What unsettled me most was the utter absence of sound. Despite its proximity and velocity, the craft made no noise—no roar of engines, no mechanical hum. This silence, coupled with its extraordinary maneuvers and ethereal vapor trail, set it apart from anything I’ve known or read about.
This was not just a sighting; it was an encounter with the extraordinary, a glimpse into an aerial mystery that defies explanation. Even now, the image of that silent, fast-moving triangle against the backdrop of the Washington sky haunts me, an intangible riddle soaring just out of reach.