On the night of August 2, 2014, something extraordinary unfolded above Northwest Denver that still lingers vividly in my mind. Standing near 38th Avenue and Yates Street, I witnessed two bright orange orbs moving quietly across the dark sky. They traveled in perfect synchronization, side by side, at a stable elevation roughly comparable to a helicopter’s flight altitude.
The objects glowed with a striking intensity, a hue bordering on deep orange-red, casting a faint haze that seemed to halo their oval shapes. Their size was intriguing—not massive, about six to seven feet in diameter, like a hot tub, yet their distance and glowing presence made precise measurement challenging.
These orbs moved silently from the southwest, near Sheridan Avenue in the Edgewater area, heading northeast in a flawless trajectory above the tree line. For 30 to 60 seconds, they maintained their eerie formation. Then, in a simultaneous flash, both brightened briefly before vanishing completely — not descending, but simply disappearing.
The Denver skies were partly cloudy, though above the orbs, the sky was clear, offering an unimpeded view of their cryptic journey. Despite prior encounters with Chinese lanterns, these were unmistakably different: larger, glowing with a uniform brightness, synchronized but separated in space, and utterly silent.
Observing these twin orbs left me with a profound sense of awe and mystery—a silent, synchronized ballet of light that vanished as suddenly as it appeared, a quiet enigma etched into the night sky of Denver.