In the pre-dawn darkness looking to the northwest and just above the ridge of a neighbor’s rooftop I saw a cluster of tiny white lights randomly swirling and rising against the black of the sky. First rising then falling, growing sometimes brighter then dimmer they moved independently circling back and forth and gliding first up then down like a shower of sparks escaping a campfire. What is this now? My first true UFO’s? I then heard the faint cry of a seagull.

I judged the mysterious lights to be merely a flock of gulls, their white wings underlit by a cluster of bright parking lot lights. A Walmart off in the distance. I don’t believe in UFO’s – never have, never will.

About The Twentieth Man

Age 69
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