My town was decimated by Hurricane Rita, and several of my closest friends evacuated to a small place called Noack, Texas, to a large house I had rented for us to all stay until our coastal Texas town regained it's footing.

 As evacuees, had little to do, and even less money. I had just washed everyone's clothes by hand in the utility sink, and was hanging them out on a line to dry. Everybody was sitting outside on the patio, relaxing and enjoying the beautiful, crystal clear Fall day. I was facing South, hanging the laundry on the clothesline, when I turned around to go back for another wet load, and I saw something hovering over the house.

 I stopped in my tracks and tried to focus on whatever it was, because what I was seeing made no sense. There was a clean, white rectangular box hovering over the roof. It was hard to tell how big it was or how high it was, because the sky was a rich, pure blue, without any clouds to help determine the depth of field. It looked exactly like a shirt box you would put a dressing robe in to give your dad for Christmas, you know, before you wrapped it. It was a plain, white rectangle. It didn't seem very big. maybe only a couple of feet wide and about three feet long, but like I said, there was no referencing objects near it. It could have been 10 times that for all I could tell. It seemed to float only about 25 or 30 feet above the house, but again, I couldn't really say. It didn't seem very far, like I could yell at it and it would hear me. But I didn't yell. I was too confounded by the sight.

 I called my friends out from under the patio to see it. They all saw exactly what I was seeing, and they noticed it was moving very slowly. We watched it for about 20-25 minutes as it crept over the house, across the yard, and over the pasture towards the South. It never made a single sound.