Silent Skies: What I Saw That Day
“SILENT Skies pt.1”
An experience from my life.
It was a clear August afternoon, just after 1:00 p.m., when something utterly unexpected shifted the course of an ordinary moment.
I had stepped outside, basket in hand, to hang washing on the line. The sunlight was golden, the sky a rich blue, scattered with a few cotton-soft clouds racing along in the breeze. As I reached up to peg a piece of clothing, a sudden flash of light caught my eye—something metallic, gleaming high above.
An Infinity-shaped Craft
At first glance, it appeared motionless. Suspended. The clouds were drifting quickly, but this object stayed perfectly still. Curious, I watched… and watched. Then, slowly, it began to move.
It glided forward until it hovered directly above me, filling the sky with its presence. What I was seeing was unmistakable: a spacecraft. Its surface was a rich bronze colour, highly reflective, and embedded within it was something astonishing—a mechanism shaped like the infinity symbol, rotating forward in a continuous, mesmerising loop.
I stood there frozen, overwhelmed by a profound sense of awe. Time seemed to shift. The world grew quiet. And then—a bump. A soft jolt, as though something brought me gently back to myself.
I must get my camera, I thought.
But as soon as that thought arose, the craft reacted. It turned abruptly, revealing its full form: a long, dark, cylindrical body. Then, without sound or rush, it tilted upward and began its departure, climbing at a 30-degree angle into the sky until it vanished from view.
Artist’s Rendition of “Tic-Tac” Craft
Why Did It Leave?
What happened that day felt larger than words, larger than logic. And though it marked the end of the sighting, it was the beginning of something deeper. There’s far more to this encounter—much that I continue to explore and understand, even now.
Sometimes, all it takes is a moment under the open sky for the infinite to reach in and remind us that we are part of something far greater.
So I Did Some Research
In the hush that followed my own encounter, I discovered I was not alone in witnessing such a symbol in the sky. In the high desert of New Mexico, one observer described a figure-eight shaped apparition hanging above the horizon “as bright as the moon,” its twin loops filled with a pale, lunar light and hovering in place for a full twenty-five minutes (nuforc.org).
Half a world away, under the stars of rural Russia, another soul watched a silent bronze craft drift overhead – a dark cigar shape with soft blue and orange lights at each end – which at a distance had masqueraded as a pulsating white infinity sign against the night (nuforc.org).
Two different sightings, two distant lands, yet both marked by that uncanny ∞ shape, as if the universe itself were leaving a recurring signature in the heavens.
Artist’s Rendition of “Tic-Tac” Craft
More “Tic-Tac” UFOs
Others, too, have reported these elongated visitors, cylinder or “tic-tac” shaped, slicing quietly through the daylight and night. One summer afternoon in England, awestruck witnesses spoke of a “silver sausage-shaped” object, nearly six hundred feet long, that hung silently before turning black and vanishing in an instant (wearebarnsley.com).
And in 2004, off the coast of California, seasoned Navy pilots tried to intercept a smooth white Tic Tac craft about forty feet long “with no wings” and no hint of propulsion(history.com).
The UFO’s motion defied logic – darting side to side “as if you threw a ping-pong ball against the wall,” in Commander Fravor’s words (history.com), then accelerating in a blur of speed that left the pilots blinking at empty ocean sky.
Each account carries the same atmosphere of quiet astonishment: no roar of engines, no wings in the wind – only an eerie, fluid movement that imprint themselves in memory.
What About The Nay-Sayers?
Amid these reports, the more earthly explanations softly interweave their own narratives. Investigators and officials have long attempted to tame the extraordinary with familiar reasoning – a weather balloon adrift, an optical mirage, or perhaps a bright meteor skipping through the atmosphere (history.com).
After two airline pilots in 1948 swore they’d seen a glowing craft with windows nearly collide with their plane, the Air Force concluded it must have been a fireball meteor, the “windows” merely an illusion (history.com).
Artist’s Rendition of “Meteor” - Official Story
In a similar vein, one recent stargazer’s dancing figure-eight was cautiously attributed to Sirius, the Dog Star, twinkling deceptively in the winter sky (nuforc.org).
Such explanations bring comfort to some, weaving the unknown back into the known.
And yet, as I sit with these stories – the quiet sameness of the details, the collective wonder and confusion – it’s clear that something lingers beyond prosaic answers. Each sighting, whether embraced or explained away, becomes a thread in a greater tapestry of mystery.
In the Wake of Wonder
In this gentle contemplation, one cannot help but feel that we are part of a shared witness, connected by the infinity signs and silent tic-tacs that glide through our skies – fleeting messengers from the edges of our understanding, stitching one experience to the next in an endless, wordless story.
We often think of the extraordinary as loud, dramatic, impossible to miss. But sometimes, it arrives gently—folded into the most ordinary of days. A sky of soft clouds. A basket of clean laundry. A flash of bronze that turns the world inside out.
Sometimes the extraordinary arrives quietly—folded into the rhythms of an ordinary day. A golden afternoon. A basket of washing. And then… something that doesn’t belong.
The memory of that craft hasn’t faded. It lingers like a soft vibration, a gentle disturbance in the pattern of reality. I’ve come to believe these moments don’t just happen to us—they happen for us. To stir something. To remind us.
What if that moment under the open sky was part of a larger story unfolding across lifetimes, or across dimensions? What if the infinity symbol wasn’t just decoration—but a message?
There are threads we only see in hindsight.
And as I would soon learn, that was not the end of it.
Another encounter was waiting.
And it, too, would begin under the clothesline.
Part Two coming soon
“Silent Skies Pt.1”
~Written By Elizabeth S
Each “Echo” is prepared in the following format:
Experiential
The first section will always call from experience and introduce a topic
Scientific/Research
The second section will detail any research and findings relating to the topic
Opinion/Conclusion
The final section will be the writer’s own conclusion about the topic based on their experience and the researched components combined
Sources:
MUFON (2021), NUFORC (2019), BBC (1977), Fravor (2017), Blue Book (1948), RAS (2010)
