It was a few minutes after sunrise, and I was on my way to work, heading North on MO-21 in Hillsboro, MO. I’ve been traveling this route 4-5 times a week for 8 years. About 5-10 degrees up (roughly the size of my fist) from the North-Northwest horizon, there was a very luminous, white-blue light. It was at least as big and just as bright as Venus, but in the blue sky. It’s brightness made it almost hard to look directly at. It wasn’t moving, wasn’t flashing, just floating there. It wasn’t the lights on top of radio or cell towers. I see those every single day on my way to and from work, so I know them well. I started to pull my truck over to get my binoculars and it just… like… popped out of existence. It didn’t fade and turn, and it didn’t blink out; it was just there and then it wasn’t there. Nothing was left. No plane or anything. You know that feeling you get when you pop a knuckle? That’s what it felt like, inside me, when it disappeared — an internal *pop*. For being such a minor experience, I was left with mild anxiety about it for the rest of the day. I wouldn’t have thought much of it, actually, except that I saw the EXACT same thing in the same place about 5-6 years ago. Same place, same time, same light, same everything. Thank you. B.

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