Izzy and I race around the yard. It’s sundown and we are trying to catch lightning bugs. We race and tumble until we fall. We laugh and roll around until our sides hurt. Then we just lay there and look at the stars. We point out the constellations we know. Big Dipper, Little Dipper, and Ursa Major. We name stars after people we know. But then something catches our eye. It’s moving with blinking lights. It’s not an airplane. It’s the wrong shape and moving way too fast. As it crosses the sky in front of us, it leaves a white trail behind it. We use our phones to zoom into whatever it is. It’s a really weird shape. It’s like a pyramid with a cylinder attached to the bottom. Neither of us have ever seen anything like it. We stay in silence, not knowing what to say, and then there is a huge flash of light.