December 14th 2005:
I was out on lunch break, walking down Queen Anne Ave. going to get a burger from my favorite neighborhood joint. As I brushed past the window, I saw the owner wiping tables inside the restaurant. The day before we had briefly discussed our mutual interest in conspiracy theories – so I tapped on the window to get his attention and pointed up to the sky where there was a jet flying by leaving a long insidious streak.
We both laughed through the glass, but couldn’t hear eachother. I went inside and ordered a boca burger and he asked what the deal was with all the chemtrails. I just shrugged and said that my friend JK always talks about them, but that really, I hadn’t studied them in depth.
It was a busy lunch rush, so while waiting for my soy to grill I went outside to gaze and wonder at the fumes pouring out from the back of the jet and inundating our lungs with experimental chemicals (or whatever wacky theory you want to believe). Speaking of which, JK has been watching the trails and taking pictures of anomalous “orbs” floating next to them. He has a whole collection of digital camera zooms! I had never see anything like that myself, but I figured “what the heck” and casually browsed the skyline. By this time the jet was just a blip, and now that it was firmly outside of the city limits it had turned off his
nauseating trails. I just shook my head and wondered in awe.
That’s when I noticed it, er… them! Three silver discs sinking in diagonal arcs, criss crossing eachother and then disappearing – right in the path where the jet had faded away. I was totally mesmerized – these things were moving in a motion that I had never seen before. Here I was PURPOSELY trying to see a UFO and I was SEEING THREE!
I grabbed some random pedestrian and forced him to corroborate what I was seeing. He squinted and said “oh yeah. I think it might be some balloons?!”. But you could tell in his voice he wasn’t 100 percent convinced on that theory, and he backed away from the tight grip I had on his arm, continuing on down the sidewalk.
I made my way into the street and put my hand up to my brow to shield the sun, to get a better look at what I was seeing. I just kept thinking “my first ufo! my first ufo!”
I shuffled back into the restaurant and motioned for Nicolas to come outside, pulling him away from the frech fryer. I was so excited by what was going on, but I was also worried he wouldn’t see it and would think me an insane nutjob – after all, it was only the day before that I had revealed to him in whispers that I believed in such things.
We went outside and searched the horizon up towards Edmonds. Nothing. The sky seemed to sparkle, but I couldn’t spot them.
Thankfully he caught sight of one of the flashy discs, and my pride was spared. We sat they saying “holy shit” over and over again, trying to figure out what the hell we were witnessing. Military experiment? Helium balloons let go of at a school? Weather devices? If they were balloons, they would have to be spinning in some sort of whirlwind – their motion was just so peculiar and all I know is that I can’t explain what it was that I saw.
Does this sound like some sort of explainable phenomenon? What I don’t get is that it was right in the middle of the day, right over a major city? Surely, someone else must have noticed them and wondered? Right? Right?
