One chilly evening in Colorado Springs, as I was inspecting the lights on my roof, an eerie spectacle unfolded above Cheyenne Mountain.
Suddenly, three triangular white lights shot silently across the night sky, gliding from west to east towards Peyton and Calhan. The object moved with a fluid, sweeping motion—too quick for conventional aircraft, yet slower than a shooting star. Its silence was uncanny. Unlike jets we regularly see here, which roar and often leave sonic booms when low, this object gave no sound and vanished without a trace after just 4 to 5 seconds. There was no change in altitude, just a gentle curve in its trajectory before it disappeared entirely.
The experience has puzzled me beyond explanation, defying any logical or aerial explanation I could muster. Such encounters ignite a sense of wonder, challenging our understanding of the skies above Colorado Springs.