The Lights Formed a Perfect Circle Above the Barn
I stepped out because the animals went silent all at once. Above the barn, a circle of lights hung so still it felt like being measured.
I stepped out because the animals went silent all at once. Above the barn, a circle of lights hung so still it felt like being measured.
Three silent lights circled the town’s water tower for hours. At one point, one stopped directly above me. By dawn, the cameras were blank.
It stayed just ahead, a steady blue coin of light threading the trees like it knew our next step before we took it.