I asked John what the man's reaction was to the sight before him. He said the man never uttered a word, but got back in his pickup, and just drove away. John and I traveled back to his previous sighting location, where we immediately located two amber lights, undulating with varied colors. They possessed an awesome brilliance as they slowly floated over the sleeping suburbs below. The objects flickered like a flare dropped from an airplane, but these were not flares we were watching.
Flares fall downward.
These lights were floating horizontally with a certain grace, not unlike a hot air balloon on a lazy summer day. We decided to try getting closer to one of the objects, so we chose the closest, brightest one. What ensued was a strange cat and mouse game. I'm not really sure who was the cat, and who was the mouse, however. When we reached a better vantage point, we parked, and manned our binoculars and compass, in order to make a better determination of detail and direction.