REPORT
Finally.
A clear day. Walking down the street (actually more like a Leeds street - hilly)
What at first seemed to be a rainbow in the air turns out to be trails from some
aircraft. The trails slowly twine around one another arching into the sky slowly
due to the distance from the observer rather than low velocity, like watching the
mushroom cloud from a nuclear explosion slowly unfurl grandly in the sky. The coloured
trails whoosh closer and I see that the aircraft are classical silver disc UFOs.
There are a few other people around on this street (a housing estate) and they are
all looking up in amazement. We are all thinking the same thing. IT DOESN'T MATTER
IF WE ARE IN DANGER OR NOT SOMETHING AMAZING IS HAPPENING HERE. I run to Janine's
house, call her out, and we walk down the road watching the visitors making rainbows
in the air, feeling content. Werever they are hostile or friendly is irrelevent.

The sun is white, frosted and misty. There isn't a cloud in the sky.