On a clear September night in Monticello, Indiana, silence held the skies except for the scattered stars shining with crystalline clarity. It was beneath this tranquil canvas that I witnessed an unearthly procession — two vivid orange-red circles, moving silently in separate paths from east to west over Shaffer Lake and then Big Monon Lake. Each orb lingered for about two to two and a half minutes, the entire spectacle spanning nearly five minutes.
Their low altitude flight was remarkable for its smooth, steady pace, utterly devoid of any sound, forging a ghostly contrast against the serene night. As they traveled, the orbs began a gentle ascent, drifting higher into the vast expanse before vanishing without trace. The shapes were perfectly circular, their presence almost unnatural in such an unblemished sky.
This nocturnal encounter, shrouded in anonymity and mystery, leaves a lingering sense of wonder — a reminder that some corners of our world still hum with secrets waiting to be uncovered, especially on silent nights like that in Monticello.