Sunday evening, I had the chance to sit in the city park with a friend, sharing coffee and conversation. While talking, we watched a couple of small planes fly over, which isn't uncommon. We saw an airliner from Stevens International Airport as it departed to the east.
And then this happened:
Literally out of a blue sky. There was no plane, nor any engine noise. It was so quiet at the time that we could hear conversations from a hundred yards away. This fellow dropped slowly into the park in silence.
At least until his feet touched the ground, at which point a nearby group burst into applause.
One young boy was so excited that he was running along, directly underneath the parasail. Mom had to call him back so the chutist could land.
I asked around and found that there's a skydiving club which releases jumpers on the north end of town. The park is a couple of miles farther south, which explains why we didn't hear anything.
I almost preferred the mystery. :)